or none at all
Art Neuendorffer
POETASTER, OR HIS ARRAIGNEMENT. A Comicall Satyre.
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LVPV. Indeed, yong PVBLIVS, he that will now hit the marke,
must shoot thorough the law, we haue no other planet raignes,
& in that spheare, you may sit, and sing with angels.
Why, the law makes a man happy, without respecting any other
merit : a simple scholer, *or none at all* may be a lawyer.
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As You Like It Act 3, Scene 2
ROSALIND: I prithee, tell me who is it QUICKLY,
and speak apace. I would thou couldst stammer,
that thou mightst *pour this CONCEALED man*
out of thy mouth, as wine *COMES* out of a narrow-
mouthed bottle, either too much at once,
*or none at all* . I prithee,
*take the cork out of thy mouth*
that may drink thy tidings.
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*CONCEALED*
*ECO CANDLE*
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<<[E]douardus [C]OMES [O]XONIAE, Vic[ECO]mes BULBECK>>
___- V [I] C
___ [E] [C] [O]
___- M [E] S
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"I gyve unto my wief...
my s[ECO]cond best bed wth the furniture"
[last minute interlineation]
___ I G Y
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___ N T O
___- [M] Y W
___- [I] E F
___- [M] Y [S]
___- [E] [C] [O]
___- [N] D [B]
___- [E] [S] T
___- [B] [E] D
___ W [T] [H]
___- T [H] [E]
___- {F} U [R]
___- {N}_ I [T]
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Edward Alleyn dies Sat. November 25, 1626
<<In medieval England, most weddings were held on November 25,
St. Catherine's Day. The festivities usually ended with a strange
ritual. A *CANDLEstick* with a lighted *CANDLE* was placed on
the floor and everyone took turns jumping over it. If you didn't
extinguish the flame, you'd have good luck for a full year.>>
Jack be *NIMBLE*
Jack be *quick* ,
Jack jump over
The *CANDLEstick*
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Sonnet 2^7
Do I *ENVY* those Jacks that *NIMBLE* leap,
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor *LiPS* which should that harvest reap,
At the woods boldness by thee blushing stand.
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Dr John Hall dies Wed. November 25, 1635
Lope de Vega born Wed. November 25, 1562
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Will of Elizabeth, Countess of Oxford: Wed. 25 November 1612
http://socrates.berkeley.edu/~ahnelson/DOCS/elizwill.html
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Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1, 1597): Act 1, Scene 4
Rom: A *TORCH* for me I am not for this aumbling,
Beeing but heauie I will beare the light.
Mer: Beleeue me RomEO *I must haue you DAUNCE*
Rom: Not I beleeue me you haue dancing shooes
With *NIMBLE* soles, I have *a soule of LEAD*
So stakes me to the ground I cannot stirre.
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CYRANO (shiVERing violently, then suddenly rising):
(They spring toward him): Let no one hold me up?
(He props himself against the tree): Only the tree!
It *COMES* . E'en now my feet have turned to stone,
*My hands are gloved with LEAD*
(He stands erect): But since Death *COMES* ,
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Mer: Giue me a case to put my visage in,
A visor for a visor, what care I
What curious eye doth coate deformitie.
Rom: Giue me a *TORCH* , let wantons light of *HART*
Tickle the *senceles rushes* with their heeles:
For I am proUERbD with a Grandsire phrase,
Ile be *a CANDLEholder* and looke on,
The game was nere so *faire* and I am done.
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_THIS STAR OF ENGLAND_ Chapter Thirty 1581-83
by Dorothy and Charlton Ogburn
Not only, [Romeo] means, is the proverb as old as his grandsire,
but his grandsire (his great-grandsire, to be exact) had been
named *TRUSSELL* his grandmother was Elizabeth *TRUSSELL* ; and
a *TRUSSELL* , the old spelling of *TRESTLE*, is a stand or frame
in which *CANDLES* are held when lighted for religious observance.
In fact, the *TRUSSELL* 's quartering on Oxford's coat of arms
was a *TRESTLE*: *CANDLE* -holder.
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On March 15, 1616, Shakspere's NEW son-in-law (Thomas Quiney)
buried his OLD girlfriend *Margaret WHEELer* (& child).
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<<CATherine: the patron saint of spinners, ropemakers, WHEELwrights,
carters, millers, & others whose work is connected with *WHEELS* .
On CATtern Day at Chatham, a young girl with gilt crown is carried
in a chair of state by six ropemakers in a *TORCHlight* procession.
The little girl spinners of Peterborough Workhouse walk in
procesion wearing white dresses & scarlet ribbons singing:
*ECO* : *HERE* (Venetian)
*HERE COMES* Queen CATherine, as fine as any queen
With a coach and six horses, a-coming to be seen,
And a-spinning we will go, will go,
And a-spinning we will go.
Some say she is alive and some say she is dead,
And now she does appear with a crown upon her head.
Old Madam Marshall, she takes up her *PEN* ,
And then she sits and calls for all her royal men.
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Dr John Hall dies Wed. November 25, 1635
Lope de Vega born Wed. November 25, 1562
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Will of Elizabeth, Countess of Oxford: Wed. 25 November 1612
http://socrates.berkeley.edu/~ahnelson/DOCS/elizwill.html
November 25, 1562, Spanish playwright Lope de Vega, a contemporary
of Cervantes, was born. He was prolific, writing more than
2,000 plays. The most famous is Fuenteovejuna (The Sheep *WELL* ).
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King John Act 5, Scene 2
BASTARD: That hand which had the strength, even at your door,
To cudgel you and make you take the hatch,
To dive like buckets in *CONCEALED WELLS* ,
To crouch in litter of your stable planks,
To lie like pawns lock'd up in chests and trunks,
To hug with *SWINE* , to seek sweet safety out
In *VAULTS* and prisons, and to thrill and *SHAKE*
Even at the crying of your nation's *CROW* ,
Thinking his voice an armed Englishman;
Shall that victorious hand be *FEEBLED HERE* ,
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*t{O}.th[E].on[L]ie.[B]eg[E]tt[E]r.o[F]*
*ECO* : *HERE* (Venetian)
[E]dwardus [C]omes [O]xon{iensis}
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That in your chambers gave you chastisement?
No: know the gallant monarch is in arms
*And like an eagle o'er his aery towers*
To souse annoyance that *COMES* near his nest.
And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts,
You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb
Of your dear mother England, blush for shame;
For your own ladies and pale-visaged maids
Like Amazons come tripping after drums,
Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change,
*Their needles to lances, and their gentle HEARTS*
To fierce and bloody inclination.
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Titus Andronicus Act 2, Scene 4
MARCUS: Sorrow *CONCEALED*, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the *HEART* to cinders where it is.
Fair Philomela, she but lost her tongue,
And in a tedious sampler sew'd her mind:
But, lovely niece, that mean is cut from thee;
*A CRAFTIER Tereus, COUSIN* , hast thou met,
And he hath cut those pretty fingers off,
That could have better sew'd than Philomel.
*O, had the MONSTER seen those LILY hands*
Tremble, like aspen-leaves, upon a lute,
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PTAH, patron of MASONS
http://www.dermon.com/Ptah.htm
<<The Memphis triad consisted of the universal architect god, PTAH,
patron of *MASONS* , his consort Sekhmet, the lion-headed one
(sometimes Bast the *CAT* goddess), and Nefertum/Imhotep, their son.
As the high god of Memphis, PTAH was declared the master of DESTINY
who imparts to the phenomenal world the character of an established
order, valid for all time. In Abydos, in the temple of SETI I,
he is called 'he who has created *MAAT*' - that is, divine order.>>
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" *HEART* soul" or *ab*
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_Secrets of the Tarot: The Hanged Man_ by Barbara Walker;
<<Hanging from a gallows by one foot was
a medieval custom known as "baffling."
The female World figure on the last trump showed the same
pose right side up as the Hanged Man upside down: one foot
bent behind the other knee, so the legs form a triangle.
Here may be a distant *ECHO* of the Tantric hexagram:
a male triangle pointing one way, with a female triangle
pointing the other way. Even more suggestive is the Egyptian
hieroglyph of a stick figure with legs arranged in this
same design. As a verb, this hieroglyph meant *to dance* .
Mer: Beleeue me RomEO *I must haue you DAUNCE*
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<<And so down to the HEART of [Stratford] the nexus of buildings
dominated by the grey-stone tower of the Gild-Chapel built
by Hugh Clopton. When Leland was here,
'about the body of this chapel was
curiously painted *the DANCE of Death* '
The interior was sadly ravaged by the Reformation - paintings
white-washed. We have with much effort recovered something
of the painted DOOM upon the chancel- *ARCH* >>
-- _William Shakespeare, a biography_ by A.L. Rowse. p. 18
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As a noun, the hieroglyph meant the *ab* or " *HEART* soul,"
the most important of an Egyptian's *seven* souls:
the one given by the mother's blood, the one that would
be weighted in the balances in the underworld of *MAAT* .>>
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[King John (Folio) 5.7]
Iohn. *Oh Cozen, thou art come* to set mine eye:
[T]he tackle of my *HEART* , is crack'd and burnt,
[A]nd all the shrowds wherewith my life should saile,
[A]re turned to one thred, one little haire:
[M]y *HEART* hath one poore string to stay it by,
Which holds but till thy newes be vttered,
And then all this thou seest, is but a clod,
And module of confounded royalty.
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Notable Egyptian Gods - Shawn C. Knight
<<*MAAT*: Considered the wife of Thoth & daughter of Ra by
tradition, *MAAT*'s name implies *TRUTH* & "justice" & even
"cosmic order". She is an anthropomorphic personification of
the concept *MAAT* and as such has little mythology. *MAAT* was
represented as a tall woman with an ostrich feather (the GLYPH
for her name) in her hair. She was present at the judgement of
the dead; her feather was balanced against the *HEART* of the
deceased to determine whether he had led a pure and honest life.>>
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Love's Labours' Lost Act 5 Scene 3
PRINCESS: Rosaline, What did *the Russian* whisper in your ear?
ROSALINE: [M]adam, he swore that he did hold me dear
[A]s precious eyesight, and did value me
[A]bove this world; adding thereto moreover
[T]hat he would wed me, or else die my lover.
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Pericles Prince of Tyre Act 1, Prologue
The beauty of this sinful dame
Made many princes thither frame,
To seek her as a bed-fellow,
In marriage-pleasures play-fellow:
Which to prevent he made a law,
To keep her still, and men in *AWE*
That whoso ask'd her for his wife,
*His riddle told not, lost his life*
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<<In 1552, Czar Ivan IV & Queen Mary I exchanged a gyrfalcon
& a pair of lions. Ivan proposed marriage to Mary *HASTINGS*
one of the two *HASTINGS* sisters to whom Oxford
was contracted in marriage by his father in 1562.>>
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Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597): Act 3, Scene 2
*HASTINGS* : Go fellow go, returne vnto thy Lord,
Bid him not *FEARE* the seperated counsels:
His honour and my selfe are at the one,
And at the other, is my seruant Catesby:
Where nothing can proceede that toucheth vs,
Whereof I shall not haue intelligence.
Tell him his *FEARES* are shallow, wanting instance.
And for his dreames, I wonder he is so fond,
To trust the *MOCKERY* of vnquiet slumbers,
*To flie the BOARE, before the BOARE pursues vs*
Were to incense the *BOARE* to follow vs,
And make pursuite where he did meane no chase:
Go bid thy Master rise and come to me,
And we will both together to the tower,
Where he shall see the *BOARE WILL* vse vs kindely.
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Ivan ordered a nobleman's tongue cut out
"for uttering rude *WORDS* "
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Macbeth Act 3, Scene 4
MACBETH: Approach thou like the rugged *Russian bear* ,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
Take any *SHAPE* but that, and my firm nERVEs
Shall nEVER tremble: or be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy *SWORD* ;
If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, *HORRIBLE SHADOW* !
Unreal *MOCKERY* , hence!
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Ivan's 'Burghley' was a man named *MAKARY* who encouraged Ivan to
establish a Christian state based on the principles of justice.
Ivan ordered prayers for the souls of the (3000+) victims he had
excuted and sent large sums of money & memorials to various
monasteries to this end. Ivan was widely read & wrote well;
he even composed prayers & church music.
<<I fully share the court's and the prosecutor's conviction
that Ivan Karamazov is suffering from *brain fEVER* , that his
statement may really be a desperate effort, planned in delirium,
to save his brother by throwing the guilt on the dead man.
*Ivan has no God* . He has an idea. It's beyond me.
But he is silent. *I believe he is a Freemason* . I asked him, but
he is silent. I wanted to drink from the springs of his soul-he
was silent. But once he did drop a *WORD* >> - Brothers Karamazov
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whenas goodmen twelve and *TRUE* at fox and geese
in their numbered habitations tried old wireless
*OVER BOORD* in their juremembers, whereas by *REVERENDum *
they found him guilty of their and those imputations
REVERENDum => Latin: AWE-inspiring
Ivan *the TERRIBLE* (1533-1584)
[translation of *GROZNYI* => Russian: *AWE-inspiring* ]
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"David L. Webb" wrote:
> Synonyms for "GROZNYI" include *TERRIBLE* , "redoubtable",
> "menacing," "threatening," *STERN* , "ferocious," etc.;
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March 18, 1768 Laurence (Guilden?)"STERNE" dies:
"He put up his hand as if to stop a BLOW,
and died in a minute."
March 18, 1314 Jacques(pere) DeMolay burned to death.
March 18, 1564 Shaks(pere) born (250 years later!)
March 18, 1584 Ivan (John) "GROZNYI" dies.
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[The abnihilisation of the etym by the *GRISNING* of the *GROSNING*
of the grinder of the grunder of the first lord of Hurtreford ex-
polodotonates through Parsuralia with an *IVANmorintHORRORumble*
-- Finnegans Wake p.353
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"How would it have joyed brave *TALBOT*
(the *TERROR* [i.e., *STRACH* ] of the French)
to think that after he had lyne two hundred yeares *IN his TOMBE*
hee should triumphe again on the Stage, and have his bones newe
embalmed with the *TEARES* of ten thousand spectators at least;"
- _Pierce Penilesse his Supplication to the Diuel_(1592)
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*STRACH* : *FEAR*, *ALARM* , dread, tremor, dismay, distress,
fright, stew, *HORROR* (Czech, Polish, Slovak)
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Macbeth Act 1, Scene 3
BANQUO: New *HORROR*s come upon him, Like our strange garments,
cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use.
Act 2, Scene 1
MACBETH: Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for *FEAR*
*Thy VERy stones* prate of my whereabout,
And take the present *HORROR* from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
*WORDS* to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
[A bell rings]
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a *KNELL*
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Act 2, Scene 3
MACDUFF: O *HORROR*, *HORROR*, *HORROR*!
Tongue nor *HEART* Cannot conceive nor name thee!
Awake, awake!
Ring the *ALARUM* -bell. Murder and treason!
Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
*SHAKE* off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
And look on death itself! *UP, UP* , and see
The GREAT DOOM's image! Malcolm! Banquo!
As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites,
To countenance this *HORROR*! Ring the bell.
MACDUFF: Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
*The Lord's anointed TEMPLE* , and stole thence
The life o' the building!
Act 5, Scene 5
MACBETH: I have supp'd full with *HORRORs* ; Direness,
familiar to my slaughterous thoughts not once start me.
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Life, the Universe and EVERything: The regular early
morning yell of *HORROR* was the sound of Arthur Dent
waking up and suddenly remembering where he was.
German: *HORROR*
Italian: *ORRORE* [ = *ORARE* ]
Portuguese: *HORROR*
Spanish: *HORROR*
Latin: *HORROR*
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Genesis Chapter 15, Verse 12
405 Vulgate: Cumque sol occumberet sopor inruit super Abram
et *HORROR* magnus et tenebrosus invasit eum
1395 Wyclif And whanne the sunne was goon down, *FEER* felle
vpon Abram, and greet grisynes and derk assaileden hym.
1526 Tyndale: And when the sonne was doune there fell a slomber
apon Abram. And loo *FEARe* and greate darknesse came apon hym.
1611 King James: And when the sun was going down, a deep sleep fell
upon Abram; and, lo, an *HORROR* of great darkness fell upon him.
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Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
Stave 1 MARLEY's Ghost
At this the spirit raised a frightful cry, and *SHOOK*
*its chain* with such a dismal and appalling noise, that
Scrooge held on tight to his chair, to save himself
from falling in a SWOON. But how much greater was
his *HORROR*, when the PHANTOM taking off the bandage
round its head, as if it were too warm to WEAR indoors,
its lower JAW dropped down upon its breast!
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Scrooge listened to this dialogue in *HORROR*.
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Was Shakespeare a Freemason?:
Masonic Symbolism in Macbeth.: by Bro. Robert Guffey
http://www.rosslyntemplars.org.uk/shakespear.htm
<<In Act Two, Scene Three, Shakespeare presents a subtle analogy to
a fragment of the Hiram story. According to the ritual, confusion
erupted among Hiram's architects after his murder, for only the Grand
Master knew the location of the building's plans. Without these the
architects could not finish constructing the Temple of Solomon, which
was to have been the masterpiece of Hiram Abiff. Instead it remained
half-completed for a long time, & eventually deteriorated into ruins.
It was not to be finished until years later, by architects who had
no knowledge of Abiff's original intentions. Essentially, the life
had been stolen from the building by the "unworthy craftsmen."
Similarly, confusion abounds when the noblemen learn about the
death of King Duncan. In feigned surprise Macbeth yells *HORROR*
3 times in a row, followed by these lines: "Confusion now hath
made his masterpiece: Most sacrilegious murder hath broke open The
Lord's annointed TEMPLE & stole thence The life o' th' building!" >>
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"She sucked the blood:
she said she'd drain my HEART," said MASON.
I saw Mr. Rochester shudder: a singularly marked expression
of disgust, *HORROR*, hatred, warped his countenance almost
to distortion; but he only said - "Come, be silent, Richard,
and nEVER mind her *gibberish*: don't repeat it."
Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
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King Richard II Act 4, Scene 1
BISHOP OF CARLISLE:
Peace shall go sleep with *TURKS* and infidels,
And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars
Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound;
Disorder, *HORROR*, FEAR and mutiny
Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
*The field of GOLGOTHA and dead men's SKULLS*
O, if you raise this house against this house,
It will the woefullest division prove
That EVER fell upon this cursed earth.
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CYRANO: Ay, see how brave they fall,
In their last journey downward from *THE BOUGH* ,
To rot within the clay; yet, lovely still,
Hiding the *HORROR* of the last decay,
With all the wayward grace of careless flight!
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Othello, The Moor of Venice Act 3, Scene 3
OTHELLO: If thou dost slander her and torture me,
NEVER pray more; abandon all remorse;
On *HORROR*'s head *HORROR*s accumulate;
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed;
For nothing *CANST* thou to damnation add
Greater than that.-
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King Henry VI, Part i Act 1, Scene 1
Messenger: Awake, awake, English nobility!
Let not sloth dim your *HORROR*s new-begot:
Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
Of England's coat one half is cut away.
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Troilus and Cressida Act 1, Scene 3
ULYSSES: And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand
Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.
When that the general is not like the *HIVE*
To whom the foragers shall all repair,
What *HONEY* is expected? Degree being vizarded,
The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask.
The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre
Observe degree, priority and place,
Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,
Office and custom, in all line of order;
And therefore is the glorious planet Sol
In noble eminence enthroned and sphered
Amidst the other; whose medicinable eye
Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
And posts, like the commandment of a king,
Sans cheque to good and bad: but when the planets
In evil mixture to disorder wander,
What plagues and what portents! what mutiny!
What raging of the sea! shaking of earth!
Commotion in the winds! frights, changes, *HORROR*s,
Divert and crack, rend and deracinate
The unity and married calm of states
Quite from their fixure! O, when degree is *SHAKED* ,
Which is the ladder to all high designs,
Then enterprise is sick! How could communities,
Degrees in schools and brotherhoods in cities,
Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,
The primogenitive and due of birth,
Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels,
But by degree, stand in authentic place?
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Titus Andronicus Act 1, Scene 1
MARCUS ANDRONICUS: *FIVE* times he hath return'd
Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons
In coffins from the field;
And now at last, laden with *HORROR*'s spoils,
Returns the good Andronicus to Rome,
Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms.
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 2, Scene 1
OPHELIA: And with a look so piteous in purport
As if he had been loosed out of hell
To speak of *HORROR*s,--he *COMES* before me.
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Coriolanus Act 2, Scene 2
CORIOLANUS: Your *HORROR*'s pardon:
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King Lear Act 1, Scene 2
EDMUND: I have told you what I have seen and heard;
but faintly, nothing like the image
and *HORROR* of it: pray you, away.
Act 5, Scene 3
EDGAR: Or image of that *HORROR*?
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King John Act 5, Scene 1
BASTARD: Let not the world see *FEAR* and sad distrust
Govern the motion of a kingly eye:
Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;
Threaten the threatener and outface the brow
Of bragging *HORROR*:
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Much Ado About Nothing Act 2, Scene 1
BENEDICK: I would to God some scholar would conjure her;
for certainly, while she is HERE, a man may
live as quiet in hell as in a sanctuary;
and people sin upon purpose, because
they would go thither; so, indeed, all disquiet,
*HORROR* and perturbation follows her.
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Measure for Measure Act 2, Scene 3
JULIET: Must die to-morrow! O injurious love,
That respites me a life, whose VERy comfort
Is still a dying *HORROR*!
Act 5, Scene 1
DUKE VINCENTIO: Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact,
Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break,
And take her hence in *HORROR*.
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Cymbeline Act 5, Scene 5
CORNELIUS: With *HORROR*, madly dying, like her life,
Which, being cruel to the world, concluded
Most cruel to herself.
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Antony and Cleopatra Act 4, Scene 14
MARK ANTONY: Thou art sworn, Eros,
That, when the exigent should come, which now
Is come indeed, when I should see behind me
The inevitable prosecution of
Disgrace and *HORROR*, that, on my command,
Thou then wouldst kill me: do't; the time is come:
Thou strikest not me, 'tis Caesar thou defeat'st.
Put colour in thy cheek.
Act 5, Scene 2
PROCULEIUS: You do extend These thoughts of *HORROR*
further than you shall Find cause in Caesar.
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*HORROR*, n. [Formerly written horrour.] [L. *HORROR*, fr.
horrere to bristle, to shiVER, to tremble with cold or dread,
to be dreadful or TERRIBLE; cf. Skr. h?sh to bristle.]
1. A bristling up; a rising into roughness; tumultuous movement.
Such fresh *HORROR* as you see driven through the wrinkled waves.
--Chapman.
2. A SHAKING, shiVERing, or shuddering, as in the cold fit
which precedes a fever; in old medical writings, a chill of
less severity than a rigor, and more marked than an algor.
3. A painful emotion of FEAR, dread, and abhorrence.
How could this, in the sight of heaven,
without *HORROR*s of conscience be uttered? --Milton.
4. That which excites *HORROR* or dread, or is horrible;
gloom; dreariness.
Breathes a browner *HORROR* on the woods. --Pope.
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"*HORROR*" first used in popular English literature: before 1321
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Sylvie and Bruno: Suddenly a look of *HORROR* came over her face
Les Miserables: Inexpressible *HORROR* of dying thus
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man: Imagine all this and
you will have some idea of the *HORROR* of the stench of hell
Grapes of Wrath: John gazed at him, and a *HORROR* grew in his face
Gulliver's Travels: The King was struck with *HORROR* at
the description I had given of those TERRIBLE engines,
and the proposal I had made
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King John Act 5, Scene 2
BASTARD: *And like an eagle o'er his aery towers*
To souse annoyance that *COMES* near his nest.
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http://JV.Gilead.org.il/butcher/jwe.html
The Hardwigg VERsion of VERne's _Journey to the Centre of the Earth_
<<EVERy word of Chapter 41, describing ?Harry's? bird-nesting in
the crags of an old castle, is invented from beginning to end.>>
CHAPTER 41: Hunger
While looking, I saw two eagles circling about the summit of a lofty
tower. I soon became satisfied that there was a nest. Now, in all
my collection, I lacked eggs of the native eagle and the large owl.
My mind was made up. I would reach the summit of that tower,
or perish in the attempt. I went nearer, and surveyed the ruins.
The old staircase, years before, had fallen in. The outer walls were,
howeVER, intact. There was no chance that way, unless I looked
to the ivy solely for support. This was, as I soon found out, futile.
There remained the *CHIMNEY*, which still went up to the top, and
had once served to carry off the smoke from eVERy story of the tower.
Up this I determined to venture. It was narrow, rough, and therefore
the more easily climbed. I took off my coat and crept into the
*CHIMNEY*. Looking up, I saw a small, light opening,
proclaiming the summit of the *CHIMNEY*.
UP - UP I went, for some time using my hands and knees, after
the fashion of a *CHIMNEY SWEEP* . It was slow work, but, there
being continual projections, the task was comparatively easy.
In this way,I reached halfway. The *CHIMNEY* now became narrower.
The atmosphere was close, and, at last, to end the matter,
I stuck fast. I could ascend no higher.
There could be no doubt of this, and there remained no
resource but to descend, and give up my glorious prey in despair.
I yielded to fate and endeavored to descend. But I could not move.
Some unseen and mysterious obstacle intervened and stopped me.
In an instant the full *HORROR* of my situation seized me.
I was unable to move either way, and was doomed
*to a TERRIBLE and HORRIBLE death, that of starvation*
In a boy's mind, howEVER, there is an extraordinary
amount of elasticity and hope, and I began to think
of all sorts of plans to escape my gloomy fate.>>
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Moby Dick - Melville CHAPTER 4
<<My sensations were strange. Let me try to explain them. When I was a
child, I well remember a somewhat similar circumstance that befell me;
whether it was a reality or a dream, I nEVER could entirely settle.
The circumstance was this. I had been cutting up some caper or
other- I think it was trying to crawl up the *CHIMNEY*, as I had
seen a little *SWEEP* do a few days previous; and my stepmother who,
somehow or other, was all the time whipping me, or sending me to bed
supperless,- my mother dragged me by the legs out of the *CHIMNEY*
and packed me off to bed, though it was only two o'clock in
the afternoon of the 21st June, the longest day in year in our
hemisphere. I felt dreadfully. But there was no help for it,>>
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Moby Dick - Melville
Oh, life! 'tis in an hour like this, with soul beat down and held to
knowledge,- as wild, untutored things are forced to feed- Oh, life!
'tis now that I do feel the latent *HORROR* in thee! but 'tis not me!
that *HORROR*'s out of me, and with the soft feeling of the human
in me, yet will I try to fight ye, ye grim, PHANTOM futures!
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CHAPTER 20 : Baron Munchausen's _Gulli[VER REV]iv[ED]
OR, THE VICE OF LYING PROPERLY EXPOSED_ (1793)
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Vulcan gave me a VERy concise account of Mount Etna:
Mount Vesuvius, he assured me, was another of his shops, to which he
had a passage three hundred & fifty leagues under the bed of the sea,
where similar quarrels produced similar eruptions. I should have
continued HERE as an humble attendant upon Madam Venus, but some
busy tattlers, who delight in mischief, whispered a tale in Vulcan's
ear, which roused in him a fit of jealousy not to be appeased.
Without the least previous notice he took me one morning
*under his arm, as I was waiting upon Venus*
agreeable to custom, and carried me to an apartment
I had nEVER before seen, in which there was, to all appearance,
a *WELL* with a wide mouth: oVER this he held me at arm's length,
& saying, "Ungrateful mortal, return to the world from whence
you came," without giving me the least opportunity of reply,
dropped me *in the centre* . I found myself descending with
an increasing rapidity, till the *HORROR* of my mind
deprived me of all *REFLECTION* .
I suppose I fell into a trance, from which I was suddenly roused by
plunging into a large body of water illuminated by the rays of the
sun!! I could, from my infancy, swim well, and play tricks in the
water. I now found myself in paradise, considering the *HORROR*s of
mind I had just been released from. After looking about me some time,
I could discoVER nothing but an expanse of sea, extending beyond the
eye in EVERy direction; I also found it VERy cold, a different climate
from Master Vulcan's shop. At last I obsERVED at some distance a
body of amazing magnitude, like a huge rock, approaching me; I soon
discoVERed it to be a piece of floating ice; I swam round it till I
found a place where I could ascend to the top, which I did, but not
without some difficulty. Still I was out of sight of land, and despair
returned with double force; howEVER, before night came on I saw a
sail, which we approached VERy fast; when it was within a VERy small
distance I hailed them in German; they answered in Dutch. I then flung
myself into the sea, and they threw out a rope, by which I was taken
on board. I now inquired where we were, and was informed, in the great
Southern Ocean; this opened a discoVERy which removed all my doubts
& difficulties. It was now evident that I had passed from Mount Etna
*through the centre of the earth* to the South Seas: this, gentlemen,
was a much shorter cut than going round the world, and which no man
has accomplished, or EVER attempted, but myself: howEVER, the next
time I perform it I will be much more particular in my observations.
I took some refreshment, and went to rest The Dutch are a VERy rude
sort of people; I related the Etna passage to the officers, exactly as
I have done to you, and some of them, particularly the Captain, seemed
by his grimace and half-sentence to doubt my VERacity; howEVER, as
he had kindly taken me on board his vessel, and was then in the
VERy act of administering to my necessities, I pocketed the affront.
I now in my turn began to inquire where they were bound? To which they
answered, they were in search of new discoVERies; "and if," said they,
"your story is TRUE, a new passage is really discoVERed, and we shall
not return disappointed." We were now exactly in Captain Cook's first
track, and arrived the next morning in Botany Bay. This place I would
by no means recommend to the English goVERnment as a receptacle for
felons, or place of punishment; it should rather be the reward of
merit, nature having most bountifully bestowed her best gifts upon it.
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http://www.cd.sc.ehu.es/FileRoom/documents/Cases/155stubbs.html
http://mitglied.tripod.de/gruselberg/spdb/Judge/acttan.htm
<<In 1579 a middle-aged lawyer John STUBBS (c.1543-1591) was
sentenced to public mutilation at Westminster for having written
a "lewd & seditious" pamphlet against Queen Elizabeth's proposed
marriage to the French king's brother ("The DiscoVERiE of a Gaping
Gulf Where into England is Likely to be Swallowed by another French
Marriage,"). Copies of the book were burned in the KITCHEN STOVE of
Stationer's Hall. It took the executioner three blows to CLEAVE his
right hand by means of a CLEAVER driven through the wrist by a mallet;
before STUBBS fainted he "put off his hat with his left and said
with a loud voice, 'God save the Queen'". Camden, who witnessed
this appalling scene, records that. "The multitude standing about
was altogether silent, either out of *HORROR* of this new and
unwonted punishment, or else out of pity towards the man".
(STUBBS regained Elizabeth's favour in later years,
and had a career in parliament.)>>
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THE CONQUEROR WORM (1843)
by Edgar Allan Poe
Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In VEILS, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a THEATRE, to see
A play of HOPES and FEARs,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the SPHERES.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!
That motley drama- oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its PHANTOM chased for EVERmore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that EVER returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And *HORROR* the soul of the plot.
But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unVEILing, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror WORM.
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Sherlock Holmes: The "Gloria Scott" - Doyle, A. Conan
<<"I have some papers HERE," said my friend Sherlock Holmes as
we sat one winter's night on either side of the fire, "which
I really think, Watson, that it would be worth your while to
glance OVER. These are the documents in the extraordinary case
of the Gloria Scott, and this is the message which struck
Justice of the Peace Trevor dead with *HORROR* when he read it.">>
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November 27, 1582 Wm Shaxpere & Anna Whateley of Temple Grafton
November 28, 1582 William Shagspere & Anne Hathwey of Stratford
A January 17, 1579 entry in the Stratford Church Register:
marriage of
"William WILLSONNE and Anne HATHAWAY of Shotterye."
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*WILLIAM WILSON* (1839) by Edgar Allan Poe
LET me call myself, for the present, *William Wilson* The *FAIR* page
now lying before me need not be sullied with my real appellation.
This has been already too much an object for the scorn --for
the *HORROR* --for the detestation of my race. To the uttermost
regions of *THE GLOBE* have not the indignant winds bruited its
unparalleled infamy? Oh, outcast of all outcasts most abandoned!
Perhaps it was this latter trait in Wilson's conduct, conjoined with
our identity of name, and the mere accident of our having entered
the school upon the same day, which set afloat the notion that we
were BROTHERS, among the senior classes in the academy. These do
not usually inquire with much strictness into the affairs of their
juniors. I have before said, or should have said, that Wilson was not,
in the most remote degree, connected with my family. But assuredly
if we had been brothers we must have been twins; for, after leaving
Dr. Bransby's, I casually learned that my namesake was born on the
*nineteenth of January* , 1813 --and this is a somewhat remarkable
coincidence; for the day is precisely that of my own nativity.
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St. Fillian's day January 19
http://www.ntin.net/McDaniel/0119.htm
St. Fillian was a Scottish abbot who treated the insane by dunking
them in a holy *WELL* & tying them by the foot to his bed.
January 19, 570, Islamic prophet Mohammed was born.
January 19, 1547, Henry Howard, earl of Surrey (& Ed Vere's uncle),
beheaded at age 29
because of his enmity with the Seymours.
Surrey & Thomas W(y)att introduced
the sonnet into English verse.
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January 19, 1576, Hans Sachs (cobbler/meistersinger) dies.
January 19, 1729, William CongREVE, restoration dramatist, dies
January 19, 1736, James Watt born.
January 19, 1813, William Wilson's born.
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Miles CoVERdalE died on January 19, 1568.
Miles Coverdale, publisher of the first printed English Bible.
He completed the translation of the Old Testament which
William Tyndale had left unfinished at his death in 1536.
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Art Neuendorffer