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The Palace of Theseus in Athens. Enter Theseus, HIP Polit A, PHILos TRATE, with Attendants.
Now, fair Hippolita, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace; four happy days bring in
Another moon : but, oh, methinks, how slow
This old moon wanes she 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
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 1 o
Of our solemnities. -
- B The.
The. Go, Philostrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; Turn melancholy forth to funerals, The 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. 29
Enter Ec EU s, HERM IA, LY SAN DER, and DE MET RI U.S. a
Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke 1 The. 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 hath witch'd the bosom of my child: Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhimes, And interchang'd love-tokens with my child : 3o Thou hast 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, trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats; messengers Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth : With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart; * Turn’d
Turn’d her obedience, which is due to me,
To stubborn harshness —And, my gracious duke,
Be it so she will not here before your grace 40
Consent to marry with Demetrius,
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens;
As she is mine, I may dispose of her:
Which shall be either to this gentleman,
Or to her death; according to our law,
Immediately provided in that case.
The. What say you, Hermia be advis'd, fair
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, 55
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
Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. 6c
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
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