A Midsummer Night's Dream (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Theseus, Hippolita, with others.
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Theseus.
¶NOw faire Hippolita, our nuptiall houre
5Drawes on apace: foure happy daies bring in
¶Another Moon: but oh, me thinkes, how slow
¶This old Moon wanes; She lingers my desires
¶Like to a Step-dame, or a Dowager,
¶Long withering out a yong mans reuennew.
¶Foure nights wil quickly dreame away the time:
¶And then the Moone, like to a siluer bow,
¶Now bent in heauen, shal behold the night
¶Of our solemnities.
¶Stirre vp the Athenian youth to merriments,
¶Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth,
¶Turne melancholy forth to Funerals:
¶The pale companion is not for our pompe,
20Hippolita, I woo'd thee with my sword,
¶And wonne thy loue, doing thee iniuries:
¶But I will wed thee in another key,
¶With pompe, with triumph, and with reuelling.
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Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia, Lysander,
25and Demetrius.
¶The. Thanks good Egeus: what's the news with thee?
¶Ege. Full of vexation, come I, with complaint
¶Against my childe, my daughter Hermia.
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Stand forth Demetrius.
¶My Noble Lord,
¶This man hath my consent to marrie her.
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Stand forth Lysander.
¶And my gracious Duke,
35This man hath bewitch'd the bosome of my childe:
¶And interchang'd loue-tokens with my childe:
¶With faining voice, verses of faining loue,
¶With bracelets of thy haire, rings, gawdes, conceits,
¶Of strong preuailment in vnhardned youth)
¶With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughters heart,
45Turn'd her obedience (which is due to me)
¶Consent to marrie with Demetrius,
¶I beg the ancient priuiledge of Athens;
¶Which shall be either to this Gentleman,
¶Or to her death, according to our Law,
¶Immediately prouided in that case.
55To you your Father should be as a God;
¶One that compos'd your beauties; yea and one
¶To whom you are but as a forme in waxe
¶By him imprinted: and within his power,
¶To leaue the figure, or disfigure it:
60Demetrius is a worthy Gentleman.
¶But in this kinde, wanting your fathers voyce.
¶The other must be held the worthier.
65Her. I would my father look'd but with my eyes.
¶Her. I do entreat your Grace to pardon me.
¶I know not by what power I am made bold,
¶Nor how it may concerne my modestie
¶But I beseech your Grace, that I may know
¶If I refuse to wed Demetrius.
¶The. Either to dye the death, or to abiure
75For euer the society of men.
¶Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
¶Whether (if you yeeld not to your fathers choice)
¶You can endure the liuerie of a Nunne,
¶To vndergo such maiden pilgrimage,
¶Then that which withering on the virgin thorne,
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