text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"SPIEGELBERG
[Warmly]
Yes, jealous of me--madly jealous you, and all of you.--I will invent such plans as shall confound every one of you.--How the light breaks in!--What great ideas dawn upon my mind --What giant-projects formed in this creative brain?--Curs'd lethargy of the soul!
[Striking his head]
that chain'd my better judgement, cramp'd all my strength of mind--ruin'd all my prospects-- I am now awake--I feel what I am, what I must yet be.--Go leave me--you shall all be indebted to my bounty for your support!
(I.i)",2011-07-30 21:11:05 UTC,"""Curs'd lethargy of the soul! ... that chain'd my better judgement, cramp'd all my strength of mind--ruin'd all my prospects.""",2004-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",2011-05-26,Fetters,"•I've included twice: Chain and Cramp.
• Found again (11/16/2004)","Searching HDIS (Drama); found again searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" and again, ""soul""",15430,5783
"FRANCIS
(Looking at him with an air of mockery.)
Ay, be comforted, my good dotard. Never more shall you press your darling to your bosom;--no, there is a gulph between--distant as heaven from hell.-- He was torn for ever from your arms, before you knew it was possible you ever could have wished it.--These papers must not be seen;--that might be dangerous--if the hand-writing were known.
(He gathers up all the scraps of paper.)
--I should be a pitiful bungler indeed, if I knew not yet how to tear a son from the heart of his father, were they link'd together with chains of iron. --Courage my boy! the favourite's removed;-- that's a giant's step.--But there is another heart, from which I must tear that image; ay, were that heart to break for it.--
(He walks with a striding step across the stage.)
I have a heavy debt of hatred against Nature, and by my soul! I'll make it good.--Why was that hideous burden of deformity laid upon me alone;--of all my race, on me alone?
(Stamps with his foot!)
Hell and damnation! on me alone;--as if she had formed me only of the scum, the very refuse of her stuff! She damn'd me from my birth! And here I swear eternal enmity against her--I'll blast her fairest works.--What are to me the ties of kindred! I'll burst those trammels of affection,--bonds of the soul.--I never knew their force:--She denied me the sweet play of the heart, and all its persuasive eloquence.--What must its place supply? Imperious force;--henceforth be that the only servant of my wishes,--and all shall yield before me.",2011-05-26 19:06:58 UTC,"""I should be a pitiful bungler indeed, if I knew not yet how to tear a son from the heart of his father, were they link'd together with chains of iron.""",2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",2011-05-26,Fetters,•Cross-reference: multiple translations of Schiller in HDIS,"Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Drama)",15449,5783
"ELVIRA.
Hark you, mine honest friend! a woman in love enquires not whether the object of her passion can read or write; for love is only legible in the eyes, and in the heart only is it written. Valour holds a woman's soul in far securer chains than Science. Pizarro combats with the sword, you with the pen. He is prodigal of blood, you only prodigal of ink.
(I.i)",2011-07-30 20:53:18 UTC,"""Valour holds a woman's soul in far securer chains than Science.""",2011-07-28 20:53:13 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",2011-07-30,Fetters,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama); found again ""soul""",19049,5936
"ELVIRA
Give it any name you please .... I saw you brought in chains before Pizarro .... I saw in you the heroism of an ancient Roman .... your chains then dropped from your wrists, and fixed my heart .... I resolved to save you .... with me to resolve, is to act .... I felt, and as I felt I acted.
(IV.iv)",2011-07-28 21:06:48 UTC,"""I saw in you the heroism of an ancient Roman .... your chains then dropped from your wrists, and fixed my heart.""",2011-07-28 21:06:48 UTC,"Act IV, scene iv","",,Fetters,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama)",19050,7046
"DUSHMANTA
[aside]
What can I do in this retreat, since my darling has left it?
[musing and looking round]
Ah! my departure is happily delayed. Here lies her bracelet of flowers, exquisitely perfumed by the root of síura which had been spread on her bosom: it has fallen from her delicate wrist, and is become a new chain for my heart.
",2011-07-29 16:09:45 UTC,"""Here lies her bracelet of flowers, exquisitely perfumed by the root of síura which had been spread on her bosom: it has fallen from her delicate wrist, and is become a new chain for my heart.""",2011-07-29 16:09:45 UTC,Act III,"",,Fetters,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama)",19053,5721
"BENYOWSKY
At length day breaks! At length the sun vouchsafes a glance upon Kamtschaka, but scanty as the pittance thrown to a beggar, which barely suffices to lengthen out his hunger.--Where are ye, many coloured bubbles of my youth?--I am deserted--alone!--No voice to whisper over my sick bed: ""Hush! hush! he sleeps:"" --No tears over my grave will e'er proclaim ""alas, he is dead!"" No one hates, no one loves me--and do I still live!--Have they left thee knife, spear, sword, and pistol, and dost thou still live?--Up, break thy fetters! Burst thy prison! My soul is free! My essence knows no chains.--Ah! there hope appears, lovely daughter of captivity,--the delight of every captive. The dagger drops from my hand, and I recline upon her bosom.--
(II)",2011-07-30 21:05:56 UTC,"""Up, break thy fetters! Burst thy prison! My soul is free! My essence knows no chains.""",2011-07-30 21:05:56 UTC,Act II,"",,Fetters,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama)",19077,5913
"FRAN.
Ay, Ay, be comforted:--Never shall you press your darling to your bosom. No, there is a gulph between--distant as heaven from hell--He was torn for ever from your arms, before you knew it was possible you ever could have desired it. These papers must not be seen; that might be dangerous, if the hand writing was known.
[Picks up all the scraps of paper]
I should be a pitiful bungler indeed, if I knew not yet, how to tear a son from the arms of his father, were they linked together with chains of iron.--Courage my boy! the favourite's removed:--That's a giant's step. But there is another heart from which I must tear that image; ay, were that heart to break for it. What are, to me, the ties of kindred?--I'll burst those trammels of affection, bonds of the soul:--I never knew their force: Nature denied me the sweet play of the heart, and all its persuasive eloquence. What must its place supply? Imperious force!--Henceforth, be that the only servant of my wishes, and all shall yield before me.
[Amelia comes slowly from the back part of the stage.]
She comes! Ah, the medicine works:--I know it by her step.
[Amelia, without observing him, tears a nose-gay in pieces, and treads it under foot.]
What have those poor flowers done to offend you?
(I.i)",2012-01-06 19:34:17 UTC,"""What are, to me, the ties of kindred?--I'll burst those trammels of affection, bonds of the soul:--I never knew their force: Nature denied me the sweet play of the heart, and all its persuasive eloquence.""",2012-01-06 19:34:17 UTC,"Act I, Scene i","",,Fetters,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Drama)",19384,5940