work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3454,"",HDIS,2003-08-10 00:00:00 UTC,"SCROPE
Glad am I that your highness is so armed
To bear the tidings of calamity.
Like an unseasonable stormy day,
Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores
As if the world were all dissolved to tears,
So high above his limits swells the rage
Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land
With hard bright steel, and hearts harder than steel.
Whitebeards have armed their thin and hairless scalps
Against thy majesty. Boys with women's voices
Strive to speak big, and clap their female joints
In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown.
Thy very beadsmen learn to bend their bows
Of double-fatal yew against thy state.
Yea, distaff-women manage rusty bills
Against thy seat. Both young and old rebel,
And all goes worse than I have power to tell.
(III.ii.100-16)",,8805,•Comparative figure.,"""So high above his limits swells the rage / Of Bolingbroke, covering your fearful land / With hard bright steel, and hearts harder than steel.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:33:47 UTC,"Act III, scene ii"
3454,"",HDIS,2003-08-10 00:00:00 UTC,"QUEEN
What, is my Richard both in shape and mind
Transformed and weakenèd? Hath Bolingbroke
Deposed thine intellect? Hath he been in thy heart?
The lion dying thrusteth forth his paw
And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage
To be o'erpowered; and wilt thou, pupil-like,
Take the correction, mildly kiss the rod,
And fawn on rage with base humility,
Which art a lion and the king of beasts?
(V.i.26-34)",,8806,"•Note these earlier lines of the queen: This is the way / To Julius Caesar's ill-erected Tower, / To whose flint bosom my condemnèd lord /Is doomed a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke"" (V.i.1-4)
•INTEREST. Cross-reference. ll. 26-33 are cited in 1771 Encyc. Brit. under Comparison to show that comparisons of dissimilars are without force. The author of the entry complains, ""This comparison has scarce any force: a man and a lion are of different species, and therefore are proper subject for a simile"" (vol. ii, p. 244)
","""Hath Bolingbroke / Deposed thine intellect?""","",2009-09-14 19:33:47 UTC,"Act V, scene i. Richard met by his queen"
3454,"",HDIS,2003-08-10 00:00:00 UTC,"BOLINGBROKE
Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:
By this time, had the King permitted us,
One of our souls had wandered in the air,
Banished this frail sepulchre of our flesh,
As now our flesh is banished from this land.
Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm.
Since thou hast far to go, bear not along
The clogging burden of a guilty soul.
(I.iii.26-34)",,8807,•Have I created an entry for flesh sepulchre?,"""Since thou hast far to go, bear not along / The clogging burden of a guilty soul.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:47 UTC,"Act I, scene iii."
3454,"",HDIS,2003-08-10 00:00:00 UTC,"QUEEN
So, Green, thou art the midwife to my woe,
And Bolingbroke my sorrow's dismal heir.
Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy,
And I, a gasping new-delivered mother,
Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow joined.
(II.ii.62-6)",,8808,"","""Now hath my soul brought forth her prodigy, / And I, a gasping new-delivered mother, / Have woe to woe, sorrow to sorrow joined.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:47 UTC,"Act II, scene ii. "
3454,"",HDIS,2003-08-10 00:00:00 UTC,"RICHARD
I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world;
And for because the world is populous,
And here is not a creature but myself,
cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
My soul the father, and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts;
And these same thoughts people this little world
In humours like the people of this world.
For no thought is contented. The better sort,
As thoughts of things divine, are intermixed
With scruples, and do set the faith itself
Against the faith, as thus: ""Come, little ones"",
And then again,
""It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.""
Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders: how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls;
And for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
Nor shall not be the last -- like seely beggars,
Who, sitting in the stocks, refuge their shame
That many have, and others must, set there;
And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
Of such as have before endured the like.
Thus play I in one person many people,
And none contented. Sometimes am I king;
Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar,
And so I am. Then crushing penury
Persuades me I was better when a king.
Then am I kinged again, and by and by
Think that I am unkinged by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing. But whate'er I be,
Nor I, nor any man that but man is,
With nothing shall be pleased till he be eased
With being nothing.
(V.v.1-41)",,8809,"•INTEREST.REVISIT. Mental population. At least three records to be created from this one. MacD. comes up with 4.
•MacDonald writes, ""There are several philosophical ideas that underpin this soliloquy: comparing the world as a prison for his person to his body as a prison for his soul; his thoughts are products of this inner microcosm; some of his thoughts are morally better than others, as such they are like thoughts about divine things: and the strangest image, that which marries the female brain to the male soul. It may be that in this latter identification, Richard expresses the idea that underlies the distinction between anima (f.) the principle of bodily life, and animus (m.) the rational soul or mind"" (268). ","""My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, / My soul the father, and these two beget / A generation of still-breeding thoughts; / And these same thoughts people this little world / In humours like the people of this world.""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:33:47 UTC,"Act V, scene v. Richard at Pomfret Castle"
3454,"",HDIS,2003-08-10 00:00:00 UTC,"RICHARD
Music do I hear.
Ha, ha; keep time! How sour sweet music is
When time is broke and no proportion kept.
So is it in the music of men's lives.
And here have I the daintiness of ear
To check time broke in a disordered string;
But for the concord of my state and time
Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me,
For now hath time made me his numb'ring clock.
My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Is pointing still in cleansing them from tears.
Now, sir, the sounds that tell what hour it is
Are clamorous groans that strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell. So sighs, and tears, and groans
Show minutes, hours, and times. But my time
Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
While I stand fooling here, his jack of the clock.
This music mads me. Let it sound no more,
For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
In me it seems it will make wise men mad.
(V.v.41-63)",,8810,"","""My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar / Their watches on unto mine eyes.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:47 UTC,"Act V, scene v. Richard at Pomfret Castle"
3454,"",HDIS,2003-08-10 00:00:00 UTC,"RICHARD
And for we think the eagle-wingèd pride
Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts
With rival-hating envy set on you
To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle
Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep,
(Additional Passage, ll. 1-5)",,8811,"","""And for we think the eagle-wingèd pride / Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts.""","",2009-12-02 19:48:16 UTC,Additional Passage
3454,"",HDIS,2003-08-10 00:00:00 UTC,"MOWBRAY
Yea, but not change his spots. Take but my shame,
And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation; that away,
Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.
A jewel in a ten-times barred-up chest
Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
Mine honour is my life. Both grow in one.
Take honour from me, and my life is done.
Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try.
In that I live, and for that will I die.
(I.i.175-85)",,8812,Mowbray and Bolingbroke before the king,"""A jewel in a ten-times barred up chest / Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.""","",2012-04-17 20:38:59 UTC,"Act I, scene i. "
3454,"",HDIS,2003-10-09 00:00:00 UTC,"BOLINGBROKE
Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:
By this time, had the King permitted us,
One of our souls had wandered in the air,
Banished this frail sepulchre of our flesh,
As now our flesh is banished from this land.
Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm.
Since thou hast far to go, bear not along
The clogging burden of a guilty soul.
(I.iii.26-34)",,8813,"• Mixed: flight, banishment, sepulchre...","""One of our souls had wandered in the air, / Banished this frail sepulchre of our flesh.""","",2013-06-04 15:53:58 UTC,"Act I, scene iii. "
3454,"","Reading Claudio Guillén's ""On the Concept and Metaphor of Perspective"" (44)",2005-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"As if this flesh, which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable...",,8816,"","""As if this flesh, which walls about our life, / Were brass impregnable.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:33:47 UTC,""