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Stand forth, Demetrius : My noble lord,
her. Stand forth, Lysander :-and, my gracious duke, This man hath witched the bosom of
child. Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, And interchanged love-tokens with my child; Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung, With feigning voice, verses of feigning love; And stolen the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats,-messengers Of strong prevailment in unhardened youth; With cunning hast thou filched my daughter's
heart, Turned her obedience, which is due to me, To stubborn harshness and, my gracious duke, Be it so she will not here before your grace 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 advised, fair
maid. To you your father should be as a god;
One that composed your beauties; yea, and one
Her. So is Lysander.
In himself he is ;
Her. I would, my father looked but with my
The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment
befall me in this case, If I refuse to wed Demetrius.
The. Either to die the death, or to abjure
For aye to be in shady cloister mewed,
Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
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. Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia ;-and, Lysander,
yield Thy crazéd title to my certain right.
Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him.
Ege. Scornful Lysander ! true, he hath my love,
Lys. I am, my lord, as well derived as he,
The. I must confess, that I have heard so much, And with Demetrius thought to have spoke there
father's will, Or else the law of Athens yields you up
Which by no means we may extenuate-
[Exeunt THES., HIP., EGE., Dem., and Train. 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 Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes.
Lys. Ay me! for aught that ever I could read
Her. O cross ! too high to be enthrall’d to low !
Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,