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ACT: I. SCE.N E I.
The Palace of Theseus in Athens. Enter Theseus, Hippolita, Philofirate, with attendants.
Tbe. Now, fair Hippolita, our nuptial hour Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Another moon : but, oh, methinks, how low This old moon wanes ! The · lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame, or a dowager, . Long withering out a young man's revenue.
Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.
Tbe. Go, Philoftrate,
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments ;
witbering our)-impairing, bringing to decay.
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
Turn melancholy forth to funerals,
That pale companion is not for our pomp. [Exit Phil.
Hippolita, I woo'd thee with my sword,
And won thy love, doing thee injuries ;
But I will wed thee in another key,
With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling.
Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, and Demetrius.
Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke !
Tbe. Thanks, good Egeus : What's the news with thee?
Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint
Against my child, my daughter Hermia.-
Stand forth, Demetrius ;-My noble lord,
This man hath my consent to marry her :-
Stand forth, Lysander ;-and, my gracious duke,
This man hach dwitch'd the bosom of my child :
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhimes,
And interchang'd love-tokens with my child :
Thou haft by moon-light at her window sung,
With feigning voice, verses of feigning love ;
And stol'n the impression of her fantasy
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,
Knacks, triles, nosegays, sweet-meats ; messengers
Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth :
With cunning haft thou filch'd my daughter's heart;
Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,
To stubborn harshnets:-And, my gracious duke,
Be it so she will not here before your grace
Consent to marry with Demetrius,
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens;
As she is mine, I may dispose of her :
d bewitch'd. s the impreffion of her fantasy)—inclinations, affection.
Which shall be either to this gentleman,
Or to her death ; according to our law,
Immediately provided in that case.
Tbe. What say you, Hermia ? be advis'd, fair maid :
To you your father should be as a god;
One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one
To whom you are but as a form in wax,
By him imprinted, and within his power
To leave the figure, or disfigure it.
Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.
Her. So is Lysander.
The. In himself he is :
But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice,
The other must be held the worthier.
Her. I would, my father look'd but with my eyes.
The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look.
Her. I do intreat your grace to pardon me.
I know not by what power I am made bold;
Nor how it may concern my modesty,
In such a presence here, to plead my thoughts :
But I beseech your grace, that I may know
The worst that may befal me in this case,
If I refuse to wed Demetrius.
The. Either to die the death, or to abjure
For ever the society of men.
Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires,
Know of your youth, examine well your blood
Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,
You can endure the livery of a nun;
& For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
To live a barren sister all your life
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
Know of]-consider, scrutinize, bring it to the test.
For aye)-For ever.
Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood,
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage :
But hearthlier happy is the rose distill’d,
Than that, which, withering on the virgin-thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
Ere I will yield my virgin patent up
Unto his lordship, to whose unwish'd yoke :
My soul consents not to give sovereignty.
The. Take time to pause : and, by the next new moon,
(The sealing-day betwixt my love and me,
For everlasting bond of fellowship)
Upon that day either prepare to die,
For disobedience to your father's will;
Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would ;
Or on Diana's altar to protest,
For aye, austerity and single life.
Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia ;- And, Lysander, yield Thy icrazed title to my certain right.
Lyf. You have her father's love, Demetrius;
Let me have * Hermia's : do you marry him.
Ege. Scornful Lysander ! true, he hath my love ;
And what is mine, my love shall render him :
And she is mine; and all my right of her
I do 'estate unto Demetrius.
Lyf. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he,
As well possess'd; my love is more than his ;
My fortunes every way as fairly rank’d,
If not with vantage, as Demetrius';
And, which is more than all these boasts can be,
I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia :
earthlier happy]—more happy as to this world-eartbly happier ; carlier happy. icrazed ]-feeble, infirm. Hermia. deftate unto)-settle on.
Why should not I then prosecute my right?
Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,
Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,
And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes,
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.
Tbe. I must confess, that I have heard so much,
And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof;
But, being over-full of self-affairs,
My mind did lose it.-But, Demetrius, come;
And come, Egeus ; you shall go with me,
I have some private schooling for you both.-
For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself
To fit your fancies to your father's will;
Or else the law of Athens yields you up
(Which by no means we may extenuate)
To death, or to a vow of single life.-
Come, my Hippolita ; What cheer, my love ?
Demetrius, and Egeus, go along :
I must employ you in some business
Against our nuptial; and confer with you
Of something, nearly that concerns yourselves.
Ege. With duty, and desire, we follow you.
[Exeunt Thef. Hip. Egeus, Dem. and train. Lyf. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast ?
Her. Belike, for want of rain ; which I could well ** Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes.
Lyf. Ah me! for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.
But, either it was different in blood;
Beteem them]—discharge, pour down upon them.