The pale Companion is not for our Pomp.
Hippolita, I woo'd the 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 Egens; 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 Bosom of my Child:
Thou, thou Lyfander, thou hast 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, Trifles, 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 so she will not here before your Grace
Consent to marry with Demetrius,
I beg the antient 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 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
By him imprinted; and within his Power,
To leave the Figure, or disfigure it:
Demetrius is a worthy Gentleman,