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Heseus, Duke of Athens.

Egcus, an Athenian Lord.
Lyfander, in Love with Hermia.
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia.
Quince, the Carpenter.
Snug, the Joiner.
Bottom, the Weaver.
Fluce, the Bellows-mender.
Snowt, the Tinker.
Starveling, the Tailor.

Hippolita, Princess of the Amazons, betrothed to

Theseus. Hermia, Daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysan

der. Helena, in love with Demetrius.


Oberon, King of the Fairies.
Titania, Queen of the Fairies.
Puck, or Robin-goodfellow, a Fairy.

Mustard seed,
Other Fairies attending on the King and Queen.

SCENE Athens, and a Wood

not far from it.


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OW, fair Hippolita, our Nuptial Hour
Draws on apace; four happy Days bring in
Arother Moon: But oh, merhinks, how slow
This old Moon wanes! She lingers my De-


Like to a Step-dame, or a Dowager,
Long withering out a young Man's Revenue.

Hip. Four Days will quickly steep themfelves in Nights,
Four Nights will quickly dream away the Time :
And then the Moon, like to a Silver Bow,
New bent in Heaven, shall behold the Night
Of our Solemnities.

The. Go, Philoftrate,
Stir up the Athenian Youth to Merriments,
Awake the perc and nimble Spirit of Mirth,
Turn Melancholly forth to Funerals :
Vol. II.

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The pale Companion is not for our Pomp.
Hippolita, I wood thee with my Sword,
And won thy Love, doing thee Injuries :
But I will wed thee in another Key,
With Pomp, with Triumph, and with Revelling.

Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, and Demetrius.
Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned Duke.
The. Thanks, good Egeus; what's the News with thee?

Ege. Full of Vexation, come I, with Complaint
Against my Child, my Daughter Hermia.
Stand forth Demetrius. My noble Lord,
This Man hath my Consent to marry her.
Stand forth Lysander. And, my gracious Duke

This hath bewitch'd the Bofom of my Child:
Thou, thou Lysander, thou haft given her Rhimes,
And interchang'd Love-tokens with my Child:
Thou hast, by Moon-light, at her Window sung,
With feigning Voice, Verses of feigning Love,
And stoll'n the Impression of her Fantasie,
With Bracelets of thy Hair, Rings, Gawds, Conceits,
Knacks, Triflus, Nolegays, Sweet.meats, Messengers
Of strong Prevailment in unharden'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 it fo fhe will not here before your Grace
Consent to marry with Demetrius,
I beg the antient Privilege of Athens,
As the is mine, I may dispose of her o
Which shall be either to this Gentleman,
Or to her Death, according to our Law,
Immediately provided in that Cafe.

The. What say you, Hermia? be advis’d, fair Maid.
To you your Father should be as a God;
One that compos'd your Beauties; yea, and one
To whom you are but as a Form in Wax

him imprinted; and within his Power, To leave the Figure, or disfigure it: Demetrius is a worthy Gentleman.

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Her. So is Lyfander.

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 Power 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 Cafe,
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 Sister 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 Rose distillid,
Than that which withering on the Virgin Thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies, in fingle Blessedness.

Her. So will I grow, fo live, fo die, my Lord,
E'er I will yield my Virgin Patent up
Unto his Lordship, to whose unwish'd Yoak
My Soul consents not to give Sovereignty.

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 thar 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, Aufterity and single Life.

Dem. Relent, sweet. Hermia, and Lysander, yield Thy crazed Title to my certain Right.


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Lyf. You have her Father's Love, Demetrius;
Let me have Hermia's; do you marry him.

Ege. Scorpful Lyfander ! 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 ucto Demetrius.

Lys. I am, my Lord, as well deriy'd as he,
As well pofleft: My Love is more than his;
My Fortune's every way as fairly rank'd,
If not with vantage, as Demetrius:
And, which is more than all these Boafts can be,
I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia.
Why should not I then prosecute my Right?
Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,
Made Love to Nedar's Daughter, Helena,
And won her Soul; and she, sweet Lady, doats,
Devourly doats, doats in Idolatry,
Upon this spotted and inconstant Man.

The. I must confess, that I have heard so much,
And with Demetrius thought to 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 Hermid, look you arm your self,
To fit your Fancies to your Father's Will;
Or elle the Law of Athens yields you up
(Which by no Means we may extenuate)
To Death, nr to a Vow of single Life.
Come my Hippolita, what Cheer, my Love ?
Demetrius and Egeus go along,
I must employ you in fome Business
Against our Nuptials, and confer with you
Of something nearly that concerns your felves.
Ege. With Dury and Desire we follow you, [Excunt.

Manent Lyfander and Hermia. Lyf. How now, my Love? Why is your Cheek fo pale?

How chance the Roles there do fade fó faft?

Her. Belke for warit of Rain, which I could well
Berem them from the Tempeft of mine Eyes.
Lyf. Hermia, for ought that ever I could read,



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