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Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth:
Turn melancholy forth to funerals;
The pale companion is not for our pomp. [Exit Philostratt.
Hippolyta, 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! 20
The. Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee?
Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint
Stand forth, Lysander: and, my gracious duke,
With feigning voice verses of feigning love,
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens,
The. What say you, Hermia? be advised, fair maid:
To whom you are but as a form in wax
By him imprinted and within his power 50
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,
Her. I would my father look'd but with my eyes.
The. Rather your eyes must with his judgement look.
Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me.
In such a presence here to plead my thoughts;
The. Either to die the death or to abjure
For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke
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. 90
Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right.
Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius;
Ege. Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love,
Lys. I am, my lord, as well derived as he,
My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd,
The. I must confess that I have heard so much,
To death, or to a vow of single life.
Come, my Hippolyta: 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 all but Lysander and Hermia.
Lys. 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 130 Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.
Lys. Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low.
Lys. Or else misgraffed in respect of years,—
Her. O spite! too old to be engaged to young.
Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,—
Her. O hell! to choose love by another's eyes. 140
Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, 150
Lys. A good persuasion: therefore, hear me, Hermia.
I have a widow aunt, a dowager
Of great revenue, and she hath no child:
From Athens is her house remote seven leagues;
And she respects me as her only son. 160
There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee;
And to that place the sharp Athenian law
Cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me then,
Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night;
And in the wood, a league without the town,
Where I did meet thee once with Helena,
To do observance to a morn of May,
There will I stay for thee.
Her. My good Lysander!
I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow,
By the simplicity of Venus' doves,
Lyi. Keep promise, love. Look, here comes Helena.
Her. God speed fair Helena! whither away? 180
Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair! Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. Sickness is catching: O, were favour so, Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, 190
The rest I 'I'd give to be to you translated.