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Hippolita, I woo'd thee with my fword, i lirit
And won thy love, doing thee injuries ; mais
But I will wed thee in another key, i 90 for 750:-) 30
With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling.lv H
iér Egéus, Hermia, Ly fander, and Demetrius de
Ege. Happy be Thefeuse our senowned Duked wond I
The. Thanks, good Egeus; w.bat's she news with theet.
Ege. Full of vexation, come I with complaiņtrio al
Against my child, my daughter Herinia, do isd! ?
stard forth, Demetrius.--My noble Lord, flow MT
This man hath my consent to marry her, gust (1)
Stand forth, Lysandera And, my gracious Dyke, AP
This man hath witch'd the bofom of my child: 19. 12
Thou, thou, Ivjandery thou hast gin'n her rhimesma !
And interchang'd love-tokens with my child :vtc
Thou haft by moon-light at her window fung, i
With feigning voice, verses of feigning love to a
And ftoli’n th’impression of her fantasy, siad
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, si
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats ; (messengers
Of strong prevailment in unbarden'd youth)
With cunning haft thou filch'd my daughter's heart,
Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,
To stubborn harshness : And, my gracious Duke,
Be't fo, the will not here before your Grace
Consent to marry with Demetrius ;
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens,
As the is mine, I may dispose of her:
Which mall be either to this gentleman,
Or to her death, according to our law,
Immediately provided in that case.
Tbe. What say you, Hermia ? be advis’d, fair maid.
To you your father should be as a God,
Orie, that compos’d your beauties ; yea, and one,
To whom you are but as a form in wax
By him in printed ; and within his power
'To leave the figure, or disfigure it :
Deinetrius is a worthy gentleman.
Her. So is Lysander.
The. In himself he is ;
But in this kind, wanting your father's voice ;
The other must be held the worthier.
Her. I would, my father look?d but with my eyes.
The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look,
Her. I do intreat your Grace to pardon me :
I know not, by what pow'r I am made bold;
Nor how it may concern my modesty,
In such a presence here, to plead my thoughts:
But, I beseech your Grace, that I may know
The worst, that may befal me in this case,
If I refuse to wed Demetrius.
The. Either to die the death, or to abjure
For ever the society of men.
Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires;
Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,
You can endure the livery of a nun;
For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
To live a barren fifter all your life,
Chanting faint hymns to the cold, fruitless, moon?
Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood,
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage!
But earthlier happy is the role diftilld,
Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies, in fingle bleffedness.
Her. So will I grow, fo live, so die, my Lord,
Ere I will yield my virgin patent up
Unto his Lordhip, to whose unwish'd yoak
My foul consents not to give fov'reignty.
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 proteft,
For aye, auiterity and single life. }',
Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia ; and, Lysander, yield
Thy crazed title to my certain right.
Lyf. You have her father's love, Demetrius;
Let me have Hermiu's; do you marry bim,
Ege. Scoroful Lysander ! true, he hath my love ;
And what is mine, my love shall render him.
And she is, mine, and all my right of her
I do estate unto Demetrius.
LA footam, my Lord, as well deriv'd as he,
As well poffeft: my love is more than his: 6
My fortune's ey'ry way as fairly rank’d,
If not with
vantage, as Demetrius:
And, which is more than all these boasts can be,
] am belov'd of beauteous Hermia..
Why should not I then prosecute my right?
Demetrius (I'll avouch it to his head)
Made love so Nedar's daughter, Helena;
And won her soul; and he, sweet Lady, doats,
Devoutly doats, doats in idolatry,
Upon this spotted and inconftant man,
The. I must confess, that I have heard so much,
And with Demetrius thought t'have spoke thereof;
But, being over-full of self-affairs,
My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come;
And come, Egeus; you shall go with me;
I have some private schooling for you both.
For you, fair Hermia, look, you arm yourfelf
To fit your fancies to your father's will;
Or else the law of Athens yields you up
(Which by no means we may extenuate)
To death, or to a vow of fingle life.
Come, my Hippolita ; what cheer, my loye?
Demetrius, and Egeus, go along;
I must employ you in some business
Against our nuptials, and confer with you
Of something nearly that concerns yourselves.
Ege. With duty and desire we follow you. Exeunt.
Manent Lyfander and Hermia. Lyf. How now, my lover' 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 tempeft of mine eyes.
Lyf. Hermia, for ought that ever I could read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth;
But, either, it was different in blood
Her. O cross!-too high, to be enthrall'd to low!-()
Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years.
Her. O spight! too old, to be engag'd to young!
Lyf. Or else it ftood upon the choice of friends-
Her. O hell! to chute love by another's eye!
Lyl. Or if there were a fympathy in choice,
War, death, or ficknefs did lay fiege to it;
Making it momentary as a found,
Swift as a shadow, fhort as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That (in a spleen) unfolds both heav'n and earth ;
And ere a man hath power to say, Behold! ...*
The jaws of darkness do devour it'up;
So quick bright things come to confufion.
Her. If then true lovers have been ever crost, (1) Too high, to be enthrall d to love.] This reading poffeffes all the editions, but carries no juft meaning in it. Nor was Hernia displeas'd at being in love; but regrets the inconveniences, that generally attend the passion : Either, the parties are disproportion'd, in degree of blood and quality; or undqual, in respect of years; or brought together by the appointment of friends, and not by their own choice. These are the complain:s represented by I.3fandler ; and Hermia, to answer to the first, as she has done to the other two, muft necessarily Say;
O cross !--- too bigb, to be enthrall d to low! So the antiobesis is kept up in the terms; and so the is made to con: dole the disproportion of blood and qualicy in lovers. And this is one of the curles, that Venus, on seeing Alonis Jead, prophefies thall always a:tend love, in our Author's poem, call'd, V E N US and ADONIS. Stanz, 190.
Since thou art dead, lo! here i prophefy,
Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend;
It shall be waited on with jealouty;
Find sweet beginning, but unfav'ry end:
Ne'er fettled equally, to high, or lew;
That áll love's pleasures thall not match his are,
And so the young Prince complains, in the iVinter's Tale :
You are inanid?.
Flo. We are not, Sir, nor are we like to be:
The stars, I see, will kiss the vallies first:
The odds for bigh and low's alike.
It stands as an edict in deftiny:
Then, let us teach our trial patience : son
Because it is a customary cross,
As due to love, as thoughts and dreams, and fighs,
Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers!
Lvf. 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 remov'd seven leagues,
And the respects me as her only fon.
There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee;
And to that place the sharp Athenian law
Cannot pursue us. If thou lov'it 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 the morn of May, '
There svill I ftay for thee.
Her. My good Lyfander,
I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow,
By his best arrow with the golden head,
By the fimplicity of Venus' doves,
By that, which knitteth fouls, and prospers loves ;
And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queen,
When the false I'rojan under fail was seen ;* quixar':
By all the vows that ever men have broke,
In number more than ever woman spokejik di
In that same place thou haft appointed me,
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.
Lyf. Keep promise, love. Look, here comes Helena.
Her. God speed, fair Helena! whither away?
Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay;
Demetrius loves you, fair ; O happy fair!
Your eyes are load-Itars, and your tongue's sweet air
More puneable than lark to shepherd's ear,
When wheat is green, when haw-thorn buds appear:
Sickness is catching: oh, were favour fo!
Your words I'd catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;