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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 bosom of my child : Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, And interchang'd love-tokens with
Her. So is Lysander.
In himself he is :
The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment
The. Either to die the death, or to abjure
Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
The. Take time to pause : and, by the next new
(The sealing-day betwixt my love and me,
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; And what is mine my love shall render him; And she is mine; and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius.
Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, As well possess'd; my love is more than his; My fortunes every way as fairly rank’d, If not with vantage, as Demetrius'; And, which is more than all these boasts 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, dotes, Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, Upon this spotted* and inconstant man.
T'he. 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 Hermia, look you arm yourself 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 single life. Come, my Hippolyta; what cheer, my love? Demetrius, and Egeus, go along : I must employ you in some business Against our nuptial; and confer with you Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Ege. With duty, and desire, we follow you.
(Exeunt Thes. Hip. Ege. Dem. and train. Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so
pale ? How chance the roses there to fade so fast?
Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could well Beteem them * from the tempest of mine eyes.
Lys. Ah 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,
Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd,
Hermia. I have a widow aunt, a dowager Of great revenue, and she hath no child : From Athens is her house remote, seven leagues; And she respects me as her only son. There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee; And to that place the sharp Athenian law Cannot pursue us: if thou lov'st 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 a morn of May,
* Give, bestow. of Momentary I Black, § Love's.
There will I stay for thee.
My good Lysander!
Enter Helena. Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away?
Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair ! Your eyes are lode-stars*; and your tongue's sweet
air More tunable than lark to shepherd's ear, When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. Sickness is catching ; ( were favour † so ! Your's would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet me
Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still.
such skill ! Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection
move! Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me.