work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3446,"",HDIS,2003-08-04 00:00:00 UTC,"TAMORA
Know, thou sad man, I am not Tamora.
She is thy enemy, and I thy friend.
I am Revenge, sent from th' infernal kingdom
To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind
By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes.
Come down, and welcome me to this world's light.
Confer with me of murder and of death.
There's not a hollow cave or lurking-place,
No vast obscurity or misty vale
Where bloody murder or detested rape
Can couch for fear, but I will find them out,
And in their ears tell them my dreadful name,
Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake.
(V.ii.28-40)",,8761,"","""I am Revenge, sent from th' infernal kingdom / To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:45 UTC,"Act V, scene ii. Tamora has disguised herself as Revenge and knocked on Titus's door"
3447,"",HDIS,2003-08-05 00:00:00 UTC,"KING HENRY
Your wondrous rare description, noble Earl,
Of beauteous Margaret hath astonished me.
Her virtues gracèd with external gifts
Do breed love's settled passions in my heart,
And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts
Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,
So am I driven by breath of her renown
Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive
Where I may have fruition of her love.
(V.vii.1-9)",2003-10-23,8771,•There is also the 'tempest' metaphor.,"""Her virtues gracèd with external gifts / Do breed love's settled passions in my heart.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:45 UTC,"Act V, scene vii."
3447,"",HDIS,2003-08-05 00:00:00 UTC,"LUCY
Thus while the vulture of sedition
Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,
That ever-living man of memory
Henry the Fifth. Whiles they each other cross,
Lives, honours, lands, and all hurry to loss.
(V.iii.47-53)",,8774,"•Again, this is another entry that does not figure the heart as such. REVISIT.","""Thus while the vulture of sedition / Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders, / Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss / The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:46 UTC,"Act V, scene iii."
3452,"",HDIS,2003-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"QUEEN ELIZABETH
Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep?
To chide my fortune, and torment myself?
I'll join with black despair against my soul,
And to myself become an enemy.
DUCHESS OF YORK
What means this scene of rude impatience?
QUEEN ELIZABETH
To mark an act of tragic violence.
Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead.
Why grow the branches when the root is gone?
Why wither not the leaves that want their sap?
If you will live, lament; if die, be brief,
That our swift-wingèd souls may catch the King's,
Or like obedient subjects follow him
To his new kingdom of ne'er-changing night.
(II.ii.34-46)",,8795,•I've included twice: Birds and Subjects,"""That our swift-wingèd souls may catch the King's, / Or like obedient subjects follow him / To his new kingdom of ne'er-changing night.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:46 UTC,"Act II, scene ii. "
3548,"",HDIS,2003-07-30 00:00:00 UTC,"KING HENRY
But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,
And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
To see how God in all his creatures works!
Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
SUFFOLK
No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft,
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
GLOUCESTER
My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
CARDINAL BEAUFORT
I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.
GLOUCESTER
Ay, my lord Cardinal, how think you by that?
Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
KING HENRY
The treasury of everlasting joy.
to Gloucester
CARDINAL BEAUFORT
Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart,
Pernicious Protector, dangerous peer,
That smooth'st it so with King and common weal!
(II.i.5-22)",,9157,"","""They know their master loves to be aloft, / And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:00 UTC,"Act II, scene i."
3548,"",HDIS,2003-07-30 00:00:00 UTC,"KING HENRY
But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,
And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
To see how God in all his creatures works!
Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
SUFFOLK
No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft,
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
GLOUCESTER
My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
CARDINAL BEAUFORT
I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.
GLOUCESTER
Ay, my lord Cardinal, how think you by that?
Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
KING HENRY
The treasury of everlasting joy.
to Gloucester
CARDINAL BEAUFORT
Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart,
Pernicious Protector, dangerous peer,
That smooth'st it so with King and common weal!
(II.i.5-22)",,9158,"","""My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind / That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:00 UTC,"Act II, scene i."
3548,"",HDIS,2003-07-30 00:00:00 UTC,"KING HENRY
But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,
And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
To see how God in all his creatures works!
Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
SUFFOLK
No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft,
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
GLOUCESTER
My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
CARDINAL BEAUFORT
I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.
GLOUCESTER
Ay, my lord Cardinal, how think you by that?
Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
KING HENRY
The treasury of everlasting joy.
to Gloucester
CARDINAL BEAUFORT
Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart,
Pernicious Protector, dangerous peer,
That smooth'st it so with King and common weal!
(II.i.5-22)",,9159,"•Johnson gives as a variant ""bate on"" in The Plays of William Shakespeare. ed Samuel Johnson and George Steevens, 10 vols., 1773. (So not in the 8 vol. 1765? Which is listed among the variants as ""bent on."")
•Bate is a falconry term that means to beat the wings impatiently.","""Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts / Beat on [bate on?] a crown, the treasure of thy heart""","",2009-09-14 19:34:00 UTC,"Act II, scene i."
3548,"",HDIS,2003-07-30 00:00:00 UTC,"YORK
Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,
And change misdoubt to resolution.
Be that thou hop'st to be, or what thou art
Resign to death; it is not worth th' enjoying.
Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man
And find no harbour in a royal heart.
Faster than springtime showers comes thought on thought,
And not a thought but thinks on dignity.
My brain, more busy than the labouring spider,
Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
Well, nobles, well: 'tis politicly done
To send me packing with an host of men.
I fear me you but warm the starvèd snake,
Who, cherished in your breasts, will sting your hearts.
'Twas men I lacked, and you will give them me.
I take it kindly. Yet be well assured
You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands.
Whiles I in Ireland nurse a mighty band,
I will stir up in England some black storm
Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell,
And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage
Until the golden circuit on my head
Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams
Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
And for a minister of my intent,
I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman,
John Cade of Ashford,
To make commotion, as full well he can,
Under the title of John Mortimer.
In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade
Oppose himself against a troop of kerns,
And fought so long till that his thighs with darts
Were almost like a sharp-quilled porcupine;
And in the end, being rescued, I have seen
Him caper upright like a wild Morisco,
Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells.
Full often like a shag-haired crafty kern
Hath he conversèd with the enemy
And, undiscovered, come to me again
And given me notice of their villainies.
This devil here shall be my substitute,
For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble.
By this I shall perceive the commons' mind,
How they affect the house and claim of York.
Say he be taken, racked, and torturèd --
I know no pain they can inflict upon him
Will make him say I moved him to those arms.
Say that he thrive, as 'tis great like he will --
Why then from Ireland come I with my strength
And reap the harvest which that coistrel sowed.
For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
And Henry put apart, the next for me.
(III.i.331-383)",,9166,"","""My brain, more busy than the labouring spider, / Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:00 UTC,"Act III, scene i."
3548,"",HDIS,2003-07-30 00:00:00 UTC,"YORK
Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,
And change misdoubt to resolution.
Be that thou hop'st to be, or what thou art
Resign to death; it is not worth th' enjoying.
Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man
And find no harbour in a royal heart.
Faster than springtime showers comes thought on thought,
And not a thought but thinks on dignity.
My brain, more busy than the labouring spider,
Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
Well, nobles, well: 'tis politicly done
To send me packing with an host of men.
I fear me you but warm the starvèd snake,
Who, cherished in your breasts, will sting your hearts.
'Twas men I lacked, and you will give them me.
I take it kindly. Yet be well assured
You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands.
Whiles I in Ireland nurse a mighty band,
I will stir up in England some black storm
Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell,
And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage
Until the golden circuit on my head
Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams
Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
And for a minister of my intent,
I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman,
John Cade of Ashford,
To make commotion, as full well he can,
Under the title of John Mortimer.
In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade
Oppose himself against a troop of kerns,
And fought so long till that his thighs with darts
Were almost like a sharp-quilled porcupine;
And in the end, being rescued, I have seen
Him caper upright like a wild Morisco,
Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells.
Full often like a shag-haired crafty kern
Hath he conversèd with the enemy
And, undiscovered, come to me again
And given me notice of their villainies.
This devil here shall be my substitute,
For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble.
By this I shall perceive the commons' mind,
How they affect the house and claim of York.
Say he be taken, racked, and torturèd --
I know no pain they can inflict upon him
Will make him say I moved him to those arms.
Say that he thrive, as 'tis great like he will --
Why then from Ireland come I with my strength
And reap the harvest which that coistrel sowed.
For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
And Henry put apart, the next for me.
(III.i.331-383)",,9167,•Compare with the proverb 'To nourish a viper in one's bosom.' The New Cambridge Shakespeare edition cites M.P. Tilley's A Dictionary of Proverbs in the Sixteenth and Seventeenth Centuries (1950).,"""I fear me you but warm the starvèd snake, / Who, cherished in your breasts, will sting your hearts.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:00 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
3548,"",HDIS,2003-07-30 00:00:00 UTC,"CARDINAL BEAUFORT
Bring me unto my trial when you will.
Died he not in his bed? Where should he die?
Can I make men live whe'er they will or no?
O, torture me no more -- I will confess.
Alive again? Then show me where he is.
I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.
He hath no eyes! The dust hath blinded them.
Comb down his hair -- look, look: it stands upright,
Like lime twigs set to catch my wingèd soul.
Give me some drink, and bid the apothecary
Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.
(III.iii.8-18)",,9173,•This is a kind of indirect simile. We glean the bird-like nature of the soul from the lime-twig-like nature of the hair. My proposition is abstracted from a simile concerned with hair. What does that make the winged soul? A metaphor? INTEREST. Meta-metaphorical issue. ,"""Comb down his hair -- look, look: it stands upright, / Like lime twigs set to catch my wingèd soul.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:01 UTC,"Act III, scene iii. The cardinal is raving in bed"