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,
¶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
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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.
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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.
¶O then, what graces in my Loue do dwell,
220That he hath turn'd a heauen into hell.
¶Lys. Helen, to you our mindes we will vnfold,
¶To morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold
225(A time that Louers flights doth still conceale)
¶Through Athens gates, haue we deuis'd to steale.
¶Her. And in the wood, where often you and I,
¶Vpon faint Primrose beds, were wont to lye,
¶And thence from Athens turne away our eyes
¶Farwell sweet play-fellow, pray thou for vs,
¶And good lucke grant thee thy Demetrius.
¶From louers foode, till morrow deepe midnight.
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Exit Hermia.
¶As you on him, Demetrius dotes on you.
Exit Lysander.
¶Through Athens I am thought as faire as she.
¶But what of that? Demetrius thinkes not so:
¶He will not know, what all, but he doth know,
¶And as hee erres, doting on Hermias eyes;
245So I, admiring of his qualities:
¶Things base and vilde, holding no quantity,
¶Loue lookes not with the eyes, but with the minde,
¶And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blinde.
250Nor hath loues minde of any iudgement taste:
¶Wings and no eyes, figure, vnheedy haste.
¶And therefore is Loue said to be a childe,
255So the boy Loue is periur'd euery where.
¶For ere Demetrius lookt on Hermias eyne,
¶He hail'd downe oathes that he was onely mine.
¶And when this Haile some heat from Hermia felt,
260I will goe tell him of faire Hermias flight:
¶Then to the wood will he, to morrow night
¶Pursue her; and for his intelligence,
¶If I haue thankes, it is a deere expence:
¶But heerein meane I to enrich my paine,
265To haue his sight thither, and backe againe.
Exit.
