updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2010-06-16 18:36:06 UTC,10361,"DON J.
But still you wrong me, if you still suspect. Hear then in short, my part of this Adventure. In order to Acquit my self of the Charge you laid upon me in your Absence, I went last Night, just as 'twas dark, to view the several Approaches to the House where you had left your Wife; And I observ'd not far from one of Back Doors, the Two Persons in close eager Conference: I was disguis'd, so ventur'd to pass near 'em, and by a word or two I heard, I found 'twas Guzman talking to Jacinta. My Concern for your Honour, made me at first resolve to call him to an immediate Account. But then reflecting that I might possibly o'er-hear some part of their Discourse, and by that judge of Leonora's Thoughts, I rein'd my Passion in; and by the help of an advancing Buttress, which kept me from their sight, I learnt the black Conspiracy. Don Guzman said, he had great Complaint to make; and since his Honourable Love had been so ill return'd, he could with Ease forgive himself, if by some rougher means he should procure, what Prayers and Tears, and Sighs, had urg'd in vain.
(V.v)","","""But then reflecting that I might possibly o'er-hear some part of their Discourse, and by that judge of Leonora's Thoughts, I rein'd my Passion in; and by the help of an advancing Buttress, which kept me from their sight, I learnt the black Conspiracy.""",3990,2010-06-16,Searching HDIS (Drama),2004-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","Act V, scene v",""
2009-12-12 17:40:23 UTC,10547,"COL.
My Genius fain wou'd Court superiour Blessings; those Passions are too hurrying to last; Vapours that start from a Mercurial Brain, whose wild Chimera's flush the lighter Faculties, which tir'd i'th' vain pursuit of fancy'd Pleasures; a Passion more substantial Courts our Reason, solid, persuasive, elegant, sublime, where ev'ry Sense crowds to the luscious Banquet, and ev'ry nobler Faculty's imploy'd.
L.ROD.
That Passion you describe's a sleeping Potion, a lazy, stupid, lethargy of Mind, that nums our Faculties, destroys our Reason, and to our Sex the bane of all Agreements; shou'd I whom Fortune, lavish of her store, has given the means to glut insatiate Wishes, out-vie my Sex, and Lord it o'er Mankind, constrain my rambling Pleasures, check my Liberty for an insipid Cooing sort of Life, which marry'd Fools think Heav'n, and cheat each other.
COL.
Are Love and Pleasure, Madam, so incongruous?-- Methinks the very name of Love exhilerates; meaner delights were meant but to persuade us, Toys to provoke and heighten our desires, which Love confirms and Crowns with mightier extasie.
L. ROD.
Rather all Joys expire, where Love commences; when that deluding Passion once takes root, we grow insensible, ill-bred, intollerable, neglecting Dress and Air, and Conversation, to fondle an odd Wretch, that caus'd our ruin: No, give me the outward Gallantries of Love, the Poetry, the Balls, the Serenades, where I may Laugh and Toy, and humour Apish Cringers, with secret Pride to raise my Sexes Envy, and lead pretending Fops a Faiery Dance.","","""Passions are too hurrying to last; Vapours that start from a Mercurial Brain, whose wild Chimera's flush the lighter Faculties, which tir'd i'th' vain pursuit of fancy'd Pleasures.""",4096,,Searching in HDIS (Drama),2004-11-10 00:00:00 UTC,"•First performed 14 Dec 1708
•Literal vapours? Vapors are an interesting problem. How to treat them?","Act III, scene iii",""
2012-06-29 16:55:41 UTC,19819,"TRANSPORT.
Never was Lanthorn bearer so well paid: I'll coyn my self, as Jove did once to Gold, and she shall have the showerings of my Bounty--One sweet farewel, an earnest of my joy then, and I am gone--oh my Transported Soul,
That like a Bird fain to its nest wou'd fly,
But finds all Plunder'd where it us'd to lye.
(II.i)","","""I am gone--oh my Transported Soul,... That like a Bird fain to its nest wou'd fly, / But finds all Plunder'd where it us'd to lye.""",7271,,"Searching ""soul"" and ""bird"" in HDIS (Drama)",2012-06-29 16:55:23 UTC,"","Act II, scene i",Beasts
2013-07-20 20:55:43 UTC,21904,"SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF.
Let her instruct her Tongue to bear your Message;
Teach every Grace to smile in your Behalf,
And her deluding Eyes to gloat for you;
His ductile Reason will be wound about,
Be led and turn'd again, say and unsay,
Receive the Yoak, and yeild exact Obedience.
(IV.i, pp. 36)","","""His ductile Reason will be wound about, / Be led and turn'd again, say and unsay, / Receive the Yoak, and yeild exact Obedience.""",7551,,C-H Lion,2013-07-20 20:55:43 UTC,"","Act IV, scene i",Animals
2013-07-20 21:00:44 UTC,21908,"LORD HASTINGS
'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bosom,
Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage,
Thou beat'st thy self to Death. Retire, I beg thee;
To see thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds me,
Thy Agonies are added to my own,
And make the Burden more than I can bear.
Farewel--Good Angels visit thy Afflictions,
And bring thee Peace and Comfort from above.
(IV.i, p. 47)","","""'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bosom, / Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage, / Thou beat'st thy self to Death.""",7551,,C-H Lion,2013-07-20 21:00:44 UTC,"","Act IV, scene i",Animals
2013-07-21 17:14:16 UTC,21924,"DUKE of NORTHUMBERLAND.
What has been left untry'd that Art could do?
The hoary wrinkled Leach has watch'd and toil'd,
Try'd ev'ry Health-restoring Herb and Gum,
And weary'd out his painful Skill in vain.
Close, like a Dragon folded in his Den,
Some secret Venom preys upon his Heart.
A stubborn and unconquerable Flame
Creeps in his Veins, and drinks the Streams of Life:
His youthful Sinews are unstrung, cold Sweats
And deadly Paleness sit upon his Visage,
And ev'ry Gasp we look shall be his last.
(I.i, p. 2)","","""Close, like a Dragon folded in his Den, / Some secret Venom preys upon his Heart.""",7552,,C-H Lion,2013-07-21 17:14:16 UTC,"","Act I, scene i",Animals
2013-07-22 04:35:55 UTC,21970,"ARTAXERXES.
There Life gave way, and the last Rosie Breath
Went in that Sigh. Death like a Brutal Victor
Already enter'd with rude hast defaces,
The lovely Frame he hast master'd; see how soon.
These Starry Eyes have lost their Light and Lustre!
Stay let me close their Lids. Now for the Rest.
Old Memnon! ha! Grief has transfix'd his Brain,
And he perceives me not!--Now what of thee?
Think'st thou to live thou Wretch? Think not of any thing
Thought is Damnation, 'tis the Plague of Devils.
To think on what they are! and see this Weapon
Shall shield me from it, plunge me in forgetfulness.
Er'e the dire Scorpion Thought can rouse to sting me.
Lend me thy Bosom, my cold Bride; Ill Fortune
[Lying by her.]
Has done its Worst, and we shall part no more;
Wait for me, Gentle Spirit, since the Stars
Together must receive us!
[Stabs himself.]
Oh well aim'd!
How foolish is the Coward's Fear of Death!
Of Death, the gentlest--surest way to Peace.
[Artaxerxes dies.]
(V.ii, p. 66)","","""Thought is Damnation, 'tis the Plague of Devils. / To think on what they are! and see this Weapon / Shall shield me from it, plunge me in forgetfulness. / Er'e the dire Scorpion Thought can rouse to sting me.""",7553,,C-H Lion,2013-07-22 04:34:44 UTC,Pagination screwy in C-H Lion. Fixed by consulting ECCO. ,"Act V, scene ii",Animals
2013-07-25 03:50:58 UTC,22029,"RODOGUNE.
Hence with 'em, take 'em, drive 'em from my Sight,
The fatal Pair.--
[Exeunt Aribert and Ethelinda guarded.]
That Look shall my last.
I feel my Soul impatient of its Bondage,
Disdaining this unworthy, idle Passion,
And strugling to be free. Now, now it shoots,
It tow'rs upon the Wing to Crowns and Empire;
While Love and Aribert, those meaner Names,
Are left far, far behind, and lost for ever.
So if by chance the Eagle's noble Off-spring,
Ta'en in the Nest, becomes some Peasant's Prize,
Compell'd a while he bears his Cage and Chains,
And like a Pris'ner with the Clown remains;
But when his Plumes shoot forth, and Pinions swell,
He quits the Rustick, and his homely Cell,
Breaks from his Bonds, and in the face of Day,
Full in the Sun's bright Beams he soars away;
Delights thro' Heav'n's wide pathless Ways to go,
Plays with Joue's Shafts, and grasps his dreadful Bow,
Dwells with immortal Gods, and scorns the World below.
(IV.i, p. 45)
","","""Now, now it shoots, / It tow'rs upon the Wing to Crowns and Empire; / While Love and Aribert, those meaner Names, / Are left far, far behind, and lost for ever. / So if by chance the Eagle's noble Off-spring, / Ta'en in the Nest, becomes some Peasant's Prize, / Compell'd a while he bears his Cage and Chains, / And like a Pris'ner with the Clown remains; / But when his Plumes shoot forth, and Pinions swell, / He quits the Rustick, and his homely Cell, / Breaks from his Bonds, and in the face of Day, / Full in the Sun's bright Beams he soars away; / Delights thro' Heav'n's wide pathless Ways to go, / Plays with Joue's Shafts, and grasps his dreadful Bow, / Dwells with immortal Gods, and scorns the World below.""",7565,,C-H Lion,2013-07-25 03:50:58 UTC,[typo? Joue?],"Act IV, scene i",""
2013-07-25 03:56:58 UTC,22033,"ETHELINDA.
Oh stay thy Tears, and mourn no more for me,
Nor fear the Weakness of my Woman's Soul,
For I am arm'd, and equal to the Combat.
In vain they lavish all their cruel Arts,
And bind this feeble Body here in vain;
The free, impassive Soul mounts on the Wing,
Beyond the reach of Racks, and tort'ring Flames,
And scorns their Tyranny--Oh follow thou!
Be constant to the last, be fix'd, my Aribert.
'Tis but a short, short Passage to the Stars.
Oh follow thou! Nor let me want thee long,
And search the blissful Regions round in vain.
(V.ii, pp. 52-3)","","""In vain they lavish all their cruel Arts, / And bind this feeble Body here in vain; / The free, impassive Soul mounts on the Wing, / Beyond the reach of Racks, and tort'ring Flames, / And scorns their Tyranny.""",7565,,C-H Lion,2013-07-25 03:56:58 UTC,"","Act V, scene i",Animals
2013-07-25 03:59:53 UTC,22035,"ETHELINDA.
Alas! you faint! your hasty Breath comes short,
And the red Stream runs gushing from your Breast.
Call back your Thoughts from each deluding Passion,
And wing your parting Soul for her last Flight;
Call back your Thoughts to all your former Days,
To ev'ry unrepented Act of Evil;
And sadly deprecate the Wrath Divine.
(V.ii, p. 54)","","""Call back your Thoughts from each deluding Passion, / And wing your parting Soul for her last Flight.""",7565,,C-H Lion,2013-07-25 03:59:53 UTC,"","Act V, scene ii",Animals