work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7619,"",LION,2013-08-17 20:52:38 UTC,"DON CARLOS
Alonzo's Glory, and the Moors Defeat.
The Field is strow'd with twice ten thousand slain,
Tho' he suspects his Measures were betray'd.
He'll soon arrive. O, how I long to embrace
The first of Heroes, and the best of Friends!--
I lov'd fair Leonora long before
The Chance of Battel gave me to the Moors,
From whom so late Alonzo set me Free;
And while I groan'd in Bondage, I deputed
This Great Alonzo, whom her Father honours,
To be my gentle Advocate in Love,
To stir her Heart, and fan its Fires for me.
(I.i, pp. 3-4)",,22294,"","""I lov'd fair Leonora long before / The Chance of Battel gave me to the Moors, / From whom so late Alonzo set me Free; / And while I groan'd in Bondage, I deputed / This Great Alonzo, whom her Father honours, / To be my gentle Advocate in Love, / To stir her Heart, and fan its Fires for me.""","",2013-08-17 20:52:38 UTC,Act I
7619,"",LION,2013-08-17 20:55:41 UTC,"ZANGA
Why, that is well--go fetch my Tablets hither.
Two Nights ago, my Father's sacred Shade
Thrice stalk'd around my Bed, and smil'd upon me,
He smil'd, a Joy then little understood--
It must be so--and if so, it is Vengeance
Worth waking of the Dead for.
[Re-enter Isabella with the Tablets, Zanga writes, then reads as to himself.]
Thus it stands--
The Father's fixt--Don Carlos cannot wed--
Alonzo may--but that will hurt his Friend--
Nor can he ask his leave--or if he did,
He might not gain it--it is hard to give
Our own Consent to Ills, tho' we must bear them.--
Were it not then a Master-piece, worth all
The Wisdom I can boast, first to persuade
Alonzo to request it of his Friend,
His Friend to grant--then from that very Grant,
The strongest Proof of Friendship Man can give,
(And other Motives) to work out a Cause
Of Jealousy; to rack Alonzo's Peace?--
I have turn'd o'er the Catalogue of Woes,
Which sting the Heart of Man, and find none equal.
It is the Hydra of Calamities,
The Seven-fold Death. The Jealous are the damn'd.
O Jealousy! Each other Passion's calm
To thee, thou Conflagration of the Soul!
Thou King of Torments! Thou grand Counterpoize
For all the Transports Beauty can inspire!
(II.i, p. 16)",,22296,"","""Each other Passion's calm / To thee, thou Conflagration of the Soul""","",2013-08-17 20:55:41 UTC,Act II
7619,"",LION,2013-08-17 21:38:00 UTC,"ZANGA
Must I despise Thee too as well as hate Thee?
Complain of Grief? Complain Thou art a Man.
Priam from Fortune's lofty Summit fell,
Great Alexander 'midst his Conquests mourn'd,
Heroes and Demigods have known their Sorrows,
Cæsars have wept, and I have had my Blow:
But 'tis Reveng'd, and now my Work is done.
Yet, e'er I fall, be it one part of Vengeance,
To make ev'n Thee confess that I am just.
Thou see'st a Prince, whose Father thou hast Slain,
Whose Native Country thou hast laid in Blood,
Whose Sacred Person, Oh, thou hast prophan'd!
Whose Reign extinguish'd; What was left to me
So highly born! No Kingdom, but Revenge;
No Treasure, but thy Tortures, and thy Groans.
If Men shall ask who brought thee to thy End,
Tell them, The Moor, and they will not despise thee.
If cold white Mortals censure this great Deed,
Warn them, they judge not of superior Beings
Souls made of Fire, and Children of the Sun,
With whom Revenge is Virtue. Fare thee well--
Now fully satisfy'd I should take leave;
But one thing grieves me, since thy Death is near,
I eave thee my Example how to dye.
(V.ii, p. 61)",,22309,"","""If cold white Mortals censure this great Deed, / Warn them, they judge not of superior Beings / Souls made of Fire, and Children of the Sun, / With whom Revenge is Virtue.""",Fire,2013-08-17 21:38:00 UTC,Act V
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:31:46 UTC,"EDITHA.
First will I find Lord Gondibert.--
What revolutions hath this love accomplish'd!
And shall less power belong to bright ambition?
Ambition! thou whose hallow'd flame can live
Only in minds refin'd from the gross elements
Of which the herd of human kind are made!
This Deity of Fools shall yield to thee.
I'll strait to Gondibert, whose long-pent passion
Will, like a torrent, from its mound break forth,
O'erwhelming its opposers: his fierce transports
With the soft voice of Friendship I will meet,
And guide them to my purpose.
(p. 17)",,23610,"","""Ambition! thou whose hallow'd flame can live / Only in minds refin'd from the gross elements / Of which the herd of human kind are made!""","",2014-03-12 04:31:46 UTC,""
7836,"",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 04:32:49 UTC,"EGBERT.
How do rude passions the fair minddestroy,
Bestow'd by Heaven from the all-perfect source!
This Gondibert would once have shrunk from vice,
As the chaste plant that bears no mortal touch.
From infancy I've watch'd his springing virtues;
Seen him beat back misfortunes when they clung,
Like wary Cowards, on each other's skirts;
And bear, with fortitude, Affliction's stripes.
But now, unhallow'd Love the pile destroys;
And Vice will triumph o'er the noble ruin.
Still must I save him. If one spark of virtue
Yet hovers in his mind--Oh, grant me, Heaven!
To kindle it afresh, and be the flame immortal!
(p. 21)",,23611,"","""If one spark of virtue / Yet hovers in his mind--Oh, grant me, Heaven! / To kindle it afresh, and be the flame immortal!""","",2014-03-12 04:32:49 UTC,""