A Midsummer Night's Dream (Folio 1, 1623)
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A Midsommer nights Dreame.
¶Ere I will yeeld my virgin Patent vp
¶The sealing day betwixt my loue and me,
95Vpon that day either prepare to dye,
¶For disobedience to your fathers will,
¶Or else to wed Demetrius as hee would,
¶Or on Dianaes Altar to protest
¶Thy crazed title to my certaine right.
¶Lys. You haue her fathers loue, Demetrius:
¶Let me haue Hermiaes: do you marry him.
105And what is mine, my loue shall render him.
¶And she is mine, and all my right of her,
¶I do estate vnto Demetrius.
¶Lys. I am my Lord, as well deriu'd as he,
110My fortunes euery way as fairely ranck'd
¶(If not with vantage) as Demetrius:
¶I am belou'd of beauteous Hermia.
115Demetrius, Ile auouch it to his head,
¶Made loue to Nedars daughter, Helena,
¶Deuoutly dotes, dotes in Idolatry,
¶And with Demetrius thought to haue spoke thereof:
¶But being ouer-full of selfe-affaires,
¶My minde did lose it. But Demetrius come,
¶And come Egeus, you shall go with me,
¶For you faire Hermia, looke you arme your selfe,
¶To fit your fancies to your Fathers will;
¶Or else the Law of Athens yeelds you vp
¶(Which by no meanes we may extenuate)
130To death, or to a vow of single life.
¶Come my Hippolita, what cheare my loue?
¶Demetrius and Egeus go along:
¶Against our nuptiall, and conferre with you
¶
Manet Lysander and Hermia.
140Her. Belike for want of raine, which I could well
¶Beteeme them, from the tempest of mine eyes.
¶Lys. For ought that euer I could reade,
¶Could euer heare by tale or historie,
145But either it was different in blood.
¶Making it momentarie, as a sound:
155Briefe as the lightning in the collied night,
¶That (in a spleene) vnfolds both heauen and earth;
¶And ere a man hath power to say, behold,
¶The iawes of darkness do deuoure it vp:
¶So quicke bright things come to confusion.
¶Then let vs teach our triall patience,
¶As due to loue, as thoughts, and dreames, and sighes,
165Wishes and teares; poore Fancies followers.
¶I haue a Widdow Aunt, a dowager,
¶Of great reuennew, and she hath no childe,
¶There gentle Hermia, may I marrie thee,
¶And to that place, the sharpe Athenian Law
¶Steale forth thy fathers house to morrow night:
175And in the wood, a league without the towne,
¶(Where I did meete thee once with Helena,
¶To do obseruance for a morne of May)
¶There will I stay for thee.
¶By his best arrow with the golden head,
¶By the simplicitie of Venus Doues,
¶And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queene,
¶By all the vowes that euer men haue broke,
¶(In number more then euer women spoke)
¶To morrow truly will I meete with thee.
¶
Enter Helena.
¶Demetrius loues you faire: O happie faire!
¶More tuneable then Larke to shepheards eare,
¶When wheate is greene, when hauthorne buds appeare,
¶Your words I catch, faire Hermia ere I go,
200My eare should catch your voice, my eye, your eye,
¶Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
¶O teach me how you looke, and with what art
205you sway the motion of Demetrius hart.
¶Her. The more I hate, the more he followes me.
¶Hel. The more I loue, the more he hateth me.
¶Her. His folly Helena is none of mine.
¶Hel. None but your beauty, wold that fault wer mine
¶Seem'd Athens like a Paradise to mee.
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