work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3990,"",Searching HDIS (Drama),2004-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,"DON J.
But still you wrong me, if you still suspect. Hear then in short, my part of this Adventure. In order to Acquit my self of the Charge you laid upon me in your Absence, I went last Night, just as 'twas dark, to view the several Approaches to the House where you had left your Wife; And I observ'd not far from one of Back Doors, the Two Persons in close eager Conference: I was disguis'd, so ventur'd to pass near 'em, and by a word or two I heard, I found 'twas Guzman talking to Jacinta. My Concern for your Honour, made me at first resolve to call him to an immediate Account. But then reflecting that I might possibly o'er-hear some part of their Discourse, and by that judge of Leonora's Thoughts, I rein'd my Passion in; and by the help of an advancing Buttress, which kept me from their sight, I learnt the black Conspiracy. Don Guzman said, he had great Complaint to make; and since his Honourable Love had been so ill return'd, he could with Ease forgive himself, if by some rougher means he should procure, what Prayers and Tears, and Sighs, had urg'd in vain.
(V.v)",2010-06-16,10361,"","""But then reflecting that I might possibly o'er-hear some part of their Discourse, and by that judge of Leonora's Thoughts, I rein'd my Passion in; and by the help of an advancing Buttress, which kept me from their sight, I learnt the black Conspiracy.""","",2010-06-16 18:36:06 UTC,"Act V, scene v"
7551,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-20 20:55:43 UTC,"SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF.
Let her instruct her Tongue to bear your Message;
Teach every Grace to smile in your Behalf,
And her deluding Eyes to gloat for you;
His ductile Reason will be wound about,
Be led and turn'd again, say and unsay,
Receive the Yoak, and yeild exact Obedience.
(IV.i, pp. 36)",,21904,"","""His ductile Reason will be wound about, / Be led and turn'd again, say and unsay, / Receive the Yoak, and yeild exact Obedience.""",Animals,2013-07-20 20:55:43 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
7551,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-20 21:00:44 UTC,"LORD HASTINGS
'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bosom,
Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage,
Thou beat'st thy self to Death. Retire, I beg thee;
To see thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds me,
Thy Agonies are added to my own,
And make the Burden more than I can bear.
Farewel--Good Angels visit thy Afflictions,
And bring thee Peace and Comfort from above.
(IV.i, p. 47)",,21908,"","""'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bosom, / Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage, / Thou beat'st thy self to Death.""",Animals,2013-07-20 21:00:44 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
7552,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-21 17:14:16 UTC,"DUKE of NORTHUMBERLAND.
What has been left untry'd that Art could do?
The hoary wrinkled Leach has watch'd and toil'd,
Try'd ev'ry Health-restoring Herb and Gum,
And weary'd out his painful Skill in vain.
Close, like a Dragon folded in his Den,
Some secret Venom preys upon his Heart.
A stubborn and unconquerable Flame
Creeps in his Veins, and drinks the Streams of Life:
His youthful Sinews are unstrung, cold Sweats
And deadly Paleness sit upon his Visage,
And ev'ry Gasp we look shall be his last.
(I.i, p. 2)",,21924,"","""Close, like a Dragon folded in his Den, / Some secret Venom preys upon his Heart.""",Animals,2013-07-21 17:14:16 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7552,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-21 17:32:49 UTC,"EARL OF PEMBROKE.
Yes, I will go--For see! Behold who comes!
Oh, Guilford, hide me, shield me from her Sight;
Ev'ry mad Passion kindles up again,
Love, Rage, Despair--and yet I will be Master--
I will Remember Thee--Oh, my torn Heart!
I have a Thousand thousand Things to say,
But cannot, dare not stay to look on her.
Thus gloomy Ghosts, whene'er the breaking Morn
Gives notice of the chearful Sun's Return,
Fade at the Light, with Horror stand Opprest,
And shrink before the Purple-dawning East;
Swift with the fleeting Shades they wing their way,
And dread the Brightness of the Rising Day.
[Exeunt Lord Guilford Dudley and Earl of Pembroke.
Enter Lady Jane, Reading.]
LADY JANE GRAY.
'Tis false! The thinking Soul is somewhat more
Than Symmetry of Atoms well dispos'd,
The Harmony of Matter. Farewel else
The Hope of all hereafter, that New Life,
That separate Intellect, which must survive,
When this fine Frame is moulder'd into Dust.
[Enter Guilford.]
LORD GUILFORD DUDLEY.
What read'st thou there, my Queen?
LADY JANE GRAY.
'Tis Plato's Phædon,
Where Dying Socrates takes leave of Life,
With such an easy, careless, calm Indifference,
As if the Trifle were of no Account,
Mean in it self, and only to be worn
In honour of the Giver.
LORD GUILFORD DUDLEY.
Shall thy Soul
Still scorn the World, still flie the Joys that court
Thy blooming Beauty, and thy tender Youth?
Still shall she soar on Contemplation's Wing,
And mix with nothing meaner than the Stars;
As Heaven and Immortality alone
Were Objects worthy to employ her Faculties.
LADY JANE GRAY.
Bate but thy Truth, what is there here below
Deserves the least Regard? Is it not time
To bid our Souls look out, explore hereafter,
And seek some better, sure-abiding Place;
When all around our gathering Foes come on,
To drive, to sweep us from this World at once?
(IV.i, pp. 45-47)",,21938,"","""Shall thy Soul / Still scorn the World, still flie the Joys that court / Thy blooming Beauty, and thy tender Youth? / Still shall she soar on Contemplation's Wing, / And mix with nothing meaner than the Stars; / As Heaven and Immortality alone / Were Objects worthy to employ her Faculties.""",Animals,2013-07-21 17:32:49 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
7553,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-22 04:34:44 UTC,"ARTAXERXES.
There Life gave way, and the last Rosie Breath
Went in that Sigh. Death like a Brutal Victor
Already enter'd with rude hast defaces,
The lovely Frame he hast master'd; see how soon.
These Starry Eyes have lost their Light and Lustre!
Stay let me close their Lids. Now for the Rest.
Old Memnon! ha! Grief has transfix'd his Brain,
And he perceives me not!--Now what of thee?
Think'st thou to live thou Wretch? Think not of any thing
Thought is Damnation, 'tis the Plague of Devils.
To think on what they are! and see this Weapon
Shall shield me from it, plunge me in forgetfulness.
Er'e the dire Scorpion Thought can rouse to sting me.
Lend me thy Bosom, my cold Bride; Ill Fortune
[Lying by her.]
Has done its Worst, and we shall part no more;
Wait for me, Gentle Spirit, since the Stars
Together must receive us!
[Stabs himself.]
Oh well aim'd!
How foolish is the Coward's Fear of Death!
Of Death, the gentlest--surest way to Peace.
[Artaxerxes dies.]
(V.ii, p. 66)",,21970,Pagination screwy in C-H Lion. Fixed by consulting ECCO. ,"""Thought is Damnation, 'tis the Plague of Devils. / To think on what they are! and see this Weapon / Shall shield me from it, plunge me in forgetfulness. / Er'e the dire Scorpion Thought can rouse to sting me.""",Animals,2013-07-22 04:35:55 UTC,"Act V, scene ii"
7565,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-25 03:50:58 UTC,"RODOGUNE.
Hence with 'em, take 'em, drive 'em from my Sight,
The fatal Pair.--
[Exeunt Aribert and Ethelinda guarded.]
That Look shall my last.
I feel my Soul impatient of its Bondage,
Disdaining this unworthy, idle Passion,
And strugling to be free. Now, now it shoots,
It tow'rs upon the Wing to Crowns and Empire;
While Love and Aribert, those meaner Names,
Are left far, far behind, and lost for ever.
So if by chance the Eagle's noble Off-spring,
Ta'en in the Nest, becomes some Peasant's Prize,
Compell'd a while he bears his Cage and Chains,
And like a Pris'ner with the Clown remains;
But when his Plumes shoot forth, and Pinions swell,
He quits the Rustick, and his homely Cell,
Breaks from his Bonds, and in the face of Day,
Full in the Sun's bright Beams he soars away;
Delights thro' Heav'n's wide pathless Ways to go,
Plays with Joue's Shafts, and grasps his dreadful Bow,
Dwells with immortal Gods, and scorns the World below.
(IV.i, p. 45)
",,22029,[typo? Joue?],"""Now, now it shoots, / It tow'rs upon the Wing to Crowns and Empire; / While Love and Aribert, those meaner Names, / Are left far, far behind, and lost for ever. / So if by chance the Eagle's noble Off-spring, / Ta'en in the Nest, becomes some Peasant's Prize, / Compell'd a while he bears his Cage and Chains, / And like a Pris'ner with the Clown remains; / But when his Plumes shoot forth, and Pinions swell, / He quits the Rustick, and his homely Cell, / Breaks from his Bonds, and in the face of Day, / Full in the Sun's bright Beams he soars away; / Delights thro' Heav'n's wide pathless Ways to go, / Plays with Joue's Shafts, and grasps his dreadful Bow, / Dwells with immortal Gods, and scorns the World below.""","",2013-07-25 03:50:58 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
7565,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-25 03:56:58 UTC,"ETHELINDA.
Oh stay thy Tears, and mourn no more for me,
Nor fear the Weakness of my Woman's Soul,
For I am arm'd, and equal to the Combat.
In vain they lavish all their cruel Arts,
And bind this feeble Body here in vain;
The free, impassive Soul mounts on the Wing,
Beyond the reach of Racks, and tort'ring Flames,
And scorns their Tyranny--Oh follow thou!
Be constant to the last, be fix'd, my Aribert.
'Tis but a short, short Passage to the Stars.
Oh follow thou! Nor let me want thee long,
And search the blissful Regions round in vain.
(V.ii, pp. 52-3)",,22033,"","""In vain they lavish all their cruel Arts, / And bind this feeble Body here in vain; / The free, impassive Soul mounts on the Wing, / Beyond the reach of Racks, and tort'ring Flames, / And scorns their Tyranny.""",Animals,2013-07-25 03:56:58 UTC,"Act V, scene i"
7565,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-25 03:59:53 UTC,"ETHELINDA.
Alas! you faint! your hasty Breath comes short,
And the red Stream runs gushing from your Breast.
Call back your Thoughts from each deluding Passion,
And wing your parting Soul for her last Flight;
Call back your Thoughts to all your former Days,
To ev'ry unrepented Act of Evil;
And sadly deprecate the Wrath Divine.
(V.ii, p. 54)",,22035,"","""Call back your Thoughts from each deluding Passion, / And wing your parting Soul for her last Flight.""",Animals,2013-07-25 03:59:53 UTC,"Act V, scene ii"
7638,"",LION,2013-08-20 05:01:50 UTC,"PHOCYAS
No more--thou waken'st in my tortur'd Heart
The cruel conscious Worm that stings to Madness.
O I'm undone!--I know it, and can bear
To be undone for thee, but not to lose thee.
(p. 49)",,22505,"","""No more--thou waken'st in my tortur'd Heart / The cruel conscious Worm that stings to Madness. / O I'm undone!--I know it, and can bear / To be undone for thee, but not to lose thee.""",Animals,2013-08-20 05:01:50 UTC,""