text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"SOM.
What cause?--I told thee I had been disorder'd--
Thy fears are the wild coinage of thy fancy,
A subtle self-tormentor!
(I.i, p. 139)",2013-08-16 18:49:50 UTC,"""Thy fears are the wild coinage of thy fancy.""",2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",2007-04-26,Coinage,"","Searching ""coin"" and ""fancy"" in HDIS (Poetry)",14711,5494
"NORTHAMPTON.
He did, nor think that I forget he did it:
My genius, baleful as a comet's blaze,
Hangs o'er his head, and burns with red revenge!
Nay, he's my rival too!--That fiery thought
Glows in my breast; and as I weigh my wrongs,
I swell like Ætna, when her sulph'rous rage
Bursts o'er the earth, and rolls in floods of fire.
(p. 120)",2013-08-16 20:59:28 UTC,"""That fiery thought / Glows in my breast; and as I weigh my wrongs, / I swell like Ætna, when her sulph'rous rage / Bursts o'er the earth, and rolls in floods of fire.""",2013-08-16 20:59:28 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",,"","",Searching in Lion,22235,5494
"NORTHAMPTON.
Wisely, you call on rage for its assistance;
Justice would be too slow for your revenge,
And conscience bids us give it up for ever!
But what is conscience?--a thin empty name,
That terrifies, like ghosts, by fancy rais'd.
Ev'n the most brave use stratagems in war;
And what are plots against a private foe,
But self-defence?--the first great rule of nature!
(I.i, p. 122)",2013-08-16 21:00:17 UTC,"""But what is conscience?--a thin empty name, / That terrifies, like ghosts, by fancy rais'd.""",2013-08-16 21:00:17 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",,"","",Searching in LION,22236,5494
"SOMERSET.
A kind good-morrow to my honour'd uncle!
Now fortune seems to smile in earnest on me;
This last night's blessing crown'd my warmest wish,
And kindling fancy from the thought takes fire!
Oh! my good lord! language gives way beneath it,
The painter's colours, and the poet's art
Cou'd touch but a faint image of my joys.
(I.i, p. 124)",2013-08-16 21:00:58 UTC,"""This last night's blessing crown'd my warmest wish, / And kindling fancy from the thought takes fire!""",2013-08-16 21:00:58 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",,"","",Searching in LION,22237,5494
"NORTHAMPTON.
'Tis a warm thought, and fires the mounting soul!
Revenge dares strike at every thing--
Rivers of blood mark out her smoaking way!
And kingdoms flame to give her triumphs lustre!
Welcome, dread vengeance!
(II.i, pp. 136-7)",2013-08-16 21:01:55 UTC,"""'Tis a warm thought, and fires the mounting soul!""",2013-08-16 21:01:55 UTC,"Act II, scene i","",,"","",Searching in LION,22238,5494
"NORTHAMPTON.
Why are the bride and bridegroom thus retir'd?
Crouds of all ranks press in to join your pleasures!
And every instrument of music vies
To sound sweet notes, and swell the hours of love.
SOMERSET.
Alas, my lord! even harmony grows harsh!
Thought's out o'tune, discord has struck my ear,
And my soul jars within me.
(II.i, pp. 142-3)",2013-08-16 21:33:01 UTC,"""Alas, my lord! even harmony grows harsh! / Thought's out o'tune, discord has struck my ear, / And my soul jars within me.""",2013-08-16 21:33:01 UTC,"Act II, scene i","",,"","",Searching in ECCO-TCP,22239,5494
"NORTHAMPTON.
My lord, this seems th' extravagance of passion!
When anger rushes, unrestrain'd, to action,
Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way!
The man of thought wounds deepest, and strikes safely;
Premeditation makes his vengeance sure!
And levels it directly to the mark.
(II.i, p. 143)",2013-08-16 21:34:24 UTC,"""My lord, this seems th' extravagance of passion! / When anger rushes, unrestrain'd, to action, / Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way!""",2013-08-16 21:34:24 UTC,"Act II, scene i","",,Animals,"",LION,22240,5494
"NORTHAMPTON.
To gain the unbeliever to my wishes,
I stirr'd his temper with such cautious art,
That, ere his judgment cou'd exert its phlegm,
His blood took ferment from a warmth of passion:
Then, while his fi'ry spirit flam'd with rage,
In its full heat, I stamp'd it with revenge.
ELLOWAYS
The depth of wisdom flows, in all your actions,
Like a strong current, which, oppos'd by piles,
Works gently thro', and saps the mound unseen,
Till, gathering force, it pours resistless in,
And the bank floats before it--End you there?
(III.i, p. 147)",2013-08-16 21:48:48 UTC,"""To gain the unbeliever to my wishes, / I stirr'd his temper with such cautious art, / That, ere his judgment cou'd exert its phlegm, / His blood took ferment from a warmth of passion: / Then, while his fi'ry spirit flam'd with rage, / In its full heat, I stamp'd it with revenge.""",2013-08-16 21:48:35 UTC,"Act III, scene i","",,"",Fire metaphor answered with water metaphor...,LION,22241,5494
"SOMERSET.
Ay, mention those, and I relapse to fury!
My restless thoughts drive round like veering winds,
Forgetful of their center!--yet the soul,
Like a soft babe, inur'd to foolish fondness,
Is hard to wean from wailing--Oh! forgive me:
'Tis the last struggle of expiring friendship.
(III.i, p. 149)",2013-08-16 21:50:18 UTC,"""yet the soul, / Like a soft babe, inur'd to foolish fondness, / Is hard to wean from wailing.""",2013-08-16 21:50:18 UTC,"Act III, scene i","",,Inhabitants,"",LION,22242,5494
"NORTHAMPTON.
Your passions late were wing'd, like vengeful whirlwinds,
Now they sink, sighing, to a gale of sorrow!
Shame on your softness--where's the soul of Somerset?
Where's that fierce fire which us'd to kindle in you,
And sparkle, from your eyes, in fierce resentment?
What! all extinguish'd?
(III.i, p. 149)",2013-08-16 21:53:06 UTC,"""Your passions late were wing'd, like vengeful whirlwinds, / Now they sink, sighing, to a gale of sorrow!""",2013-08-16 21:53:06 UTC,"Act III, scene i","",,"","",LION,22243,5494