work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3693,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Drama)",2004-08-16 00:00:00 UTC,"CHRIS.
Whither, whither, cruel Sir, are you conveying my felicity away, now I have taken such pains to attain it? Oh use not that Empire Nature has given you over poor womens hearts too tyrannically! consider we are poor soft loving things, and a little cruelty will kill us; have pity on a poor Lady that dyes for you, and is forc'd to descend from the modesty of her Sex, to Court you to a minutes conversation, at an hour when the rest of the happy world enjoy some their Loves, some their Repose, and all are at ease but poor me.",,9559,•Bizarre: I had (d. 1703) for Crowne for this play. ODNB confirms this Crowne wrote The Country Wit.,"A man may use that Empire that Nature has given him ""over poor womens hearts too tyrannically""","",2009-09-14 19:34:19 UTC,"Act III, scene iii"
3694,"","Searching ""court"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Drama)",2004-11-10 00:00:00 UTC,"OREST.
No more. I love, and I come to seek her I love, Hermione; here, in Epyrus, in this City, in this Palace, in the very arms of Pyrrhus, and I will snatch her hence, or die in her sight.--But thou who art not ignorant of my Rivals affairs, tell me, what passes in his Court, in his Soul! Will he resolve to retain my Hermione? or fairly resign to me the heart he ravished from me?
PYLAD.
Sir; I should abuse your hopes, should I promise you that. Not, that he payes her any such great regard, he offers devotion now at other Altars; the fair Andromache, Hector's widow commands his Soul; but governs it with such severity, that her beauty revenges your quarrel, and requites his passion with hate as great as that Hermione paid to yours; and provokes the proud Pyrrhus to such excess of rage, that every day he attempts either to make her embrace his Love, or dread his Power. He threatens the life of her Infant-Son, and makes him responsible for his mothers disdain: And when he finds that even this cannot subdue her invincible mind, then in revenge he returns to the first obedience he vowed to Hermione, falls at her feet, and payes her dissembled homage, sighs, less with Love than Fury; And in short, I cannot say what a heart so little master of it self, in so great disorder will not dare to do. He may, Sir, perhaps in this extremity marry what he hates, destroy what he adores.",2009-01-20,9560,"","""But thou who art not ignorant of my Rivals affairs, tell me, what passes in his Court, in his Soul!""","",2009-09-14 19:34:19 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
3694,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),2004-11-15 00:00:00 UTC,"HERM.
Where am I? what have I done? what shall I do?
Oh! my transports! sorrow and rage devour me!
I raving, wander round the mournful rooms,
And do not know whither I go, or why;
I scarce can tell yet if I love or hate.
How coldly did the cruel Man take leave,
He would not the least grief or pity own,
I could not draw from him one little groan!
Dumb to my sighs, his mind did not appear,
Disturb'd the least, nor to regard one tear!
Nor would to give my heart some small relief,
So much as counterfeit a little grief.
And yet I pity him!--my heart--base heart!--
His danger fears, and yet will take his part!--
I tremble at the blow that is so near,
Would save him yet, and my own vengeance fear.
No--my just sentence I will not revoke--
Let him straight perish--let him feel the stroke!
I no controll will to my vengeance give,
He dyes--since he no more for me will live.
My rage he scorns, and negligent appears,
And thinks the Storm will melt away in tears.
That rage my feeble heart not long will seize,
And judges me by my past kindnesses.
But other thoughts shall in his Soul take place,
When Death shall all his Triumphs streight deface.
His bloud this moment let Orestes spill--
He causes it, for he compells my will!--
--My will!--Oh Gods! can I so cruel prove?
And shall his death be the effect of Love?
His death to whom I paid such regard,
Whose brave exploits I've with such pleasure heard.
To whom my Soul was long in secret joyn'd,
Before our fatal marriage was design'd!
For whom I ve travers'd many Lands and Seas,
And was I hither sent by destinies?
T' assassine--murder him!--Oh! ere he dyes!--
Enter Clæone.
But see Clæone! ah! what have I done?
What dost thou come to tell me? where is Pyrrhus?
What does he mean?
",,9562,"","""My rage he scorns, and negligent appears, / And thinks the Storm will melt away in tears""","",2009-09-14 19:34:19 UTC,The Last Act
3694,"","Searching in ""heart"" and ""engrav"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-03-09 00:00:00 UTC,"OREST.
I justifie him: Your bounties too him have long since deeply engraven his crimes in my Soul. No, let us revenge our selves. I consent.-- But I some nobler way would cause his fate,
I'd be his Foe, not his Assassinate.
I would make his ruine, and our victory just what to the Greeks-- Who sent me here their Minister instead
Of Pyrrhus answer, shall I bear his head?
Have I not taken upon me the care of all the estates, and shall I acquit my self of my great trust by an Assassination? Permit Madam, in the name of all the Gods, that Greece explain her self. If he must die
Under the publick hatred let him bow,
Remember that a Crown surrounds his brow",,9564,"","""Your bounties too him have long since deeply engraven his crimes in my Soul""","",2009-09-14 19:34:19 UTC,Act IV
3712,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""mirror"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-11-30 00:00:00 UTC,"SIR ARTH.
Mode--ah good Sir, no more o'that, no Modes I beseech you: my Habit is the Mirror of my Mind, little do you know the value of this outside: Sir, in brief, 'tis more than the Kings three Dominions can purchase.
(III.i)",,9604,"","""My Habit is the Mirror of my Mind, little do you know the value of this outside""?",Mirror,2013-08-21 14:15:31 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
3723,"","Searching ""crowd"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Drama)",2006-03-13 00:00:00 UTC,"FRANCK.
Madam, till this moment I ne're was happy, but in your Company lies such Crowds of Joyes, that my soul's too narrow to receive 'em.",,9618,"","""Madam, till this moment I ne're was happy, but in your Company lies such Crowds of Joyes, that my soul's too narrow to receive 'em.""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:34:21 UTC,""
3732,"","Searching EEBO for ""soliloquy""",2004-03-24 00:00:00 UTC,"'Tis an Error as groundless as Vulgar, to think that there goes no more to the furnishing a Poet, than a Wind-mill in the Head, a Stream of Tattle, and convenient Confidence; whereas no Exercise of the Soul requires a more compos'd Thought, more sparingness of Words, more Modesty and Caution in the Undertaker. To make an ac|complisht Poet, Nature, in the first place must do her best; she must give him the Facul|ties of Soul in Perfection, a Copious Invention, a Comprehensive Memory, a Nimble Wit to re|pair to this Store-house for Materials on all oc|casions, a Strict Discerning Judgment to censure this Choice, to give it just Expression, and in short, to square and finish what was wrought off in the Heat of Fancy. Nor is even this e|nough to constitute a Poet. Nature will not do his Business, he must have the Addition of Arts and Learning, be familiar with the Sciences, acquainted with the Intrigues of Courts, the Customs and Constitutions of Nations, vers'd in their Languages, and read in the Histories of all Ages. His Knowledge must reach to the Policies of State, and descend even to Mecha|chanism; have insight into the meanest Myste|ries and Trades, because 'tis uncertain whi|ther his Subject will lead him; and he is to speak properly on all Occasions: nor are these Accomplishments above Humane Capacity, for they are every where conspicuous in the Iliad and the AEneid.",2011-04-02,9648,"","""'Tis an Error as groundless as Vulgar, to think that there goes no more to the furnishing a Poet, than a Wind-mill in the Head, a Stream of Tattle, and convenient Confidence; whereas no Exercise of the Soul requires a more compos'd Thought, more sparingness of Words, more Modesty and Caution in the Undertaker.""","",2011-04-02 15:08:32 UTC,From the Dedication
3733,"",Searching HDIS,2004-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,"BEVER.
Come to my bosom, thou art mine again--all--all my own, and shalt be so for ever--for from this moment, all base drossy thoughts, that soil'd the life and lustre of my Judgement, shall vanish; and instead of those, thy Beauty, Love, Constancy, and Wit, shall crown my heart--blot from thy breast my faults, and let our union teach the Wild, Roving, and inconstant World, how they should Live and Love, my dearest Creature.",,9649,"•Dross need not be associated with metal, but is often... OED 1. gives ""The scum, recrement, or extraneous matter thrown off from metals in the process of melting"". But also dregs from oil, wine, corn chaff, etc. ","Alll ""base drossy thoughts, that soil'd the life and lustre of [one's] Judgement may vanish",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:22 UTC,"Act V, scene v"
3712,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama)",2011-07-30 19:55:50 UTC,"MANLEY
And mine
The truest Heart that e're obey'd the Dictates
Of Loves Imperial Power, from that hour
That first obtain'd my Eye the happy Object
Of your Perfections, my poor fetter'd Heart,
Proud of the Chains of such a Conquering Beauty,
Resolv'd to Grace the long wish'd Victory
With a perpetual Constancy.
(II.ii)",,19068,"","""And mine / The truest Heart that e're obey'd the Dictates / Of Loves Imperial Power, from that hour / That first obtain'd my Eye the happy Object / Of your Perfections, my poor fetter'd Heart, / Proud of the Chains of such a Conquering Beauty, / Resolv'd to Grace the long wish'd Victory / With a perpetual Constancy.""",Fetters,2011-07-30 19:55:50 UTC,""
3694,"","Searching ""bond"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Drama)",2012-01-06 19:36:59 UTC,"PYLAD.
How! Is your Soul once more enter'd into that Bondage? Do you repose your life on her? What charms after such torments suffered could intice you again into those chains? Think you that Hermione inexorable at Spartas, should be kind at Epirus: ashamed to have offered up so many superfluous Vows, You then abhorred and forgot her, at least seemed so. I find you then deceived me.
(I.i)",,19385,"","""How! Is your Soul once more enter'd into that Bondage?""",Fetters,2012-01-06 19:36:59 UTC,"Act I, Scene i"