THESEUS: Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace; four happy days brin in Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! she lingers in my desires Like to a step-dame or a dowager Long withering out a young man revenue.
Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the thin; And then the moon, like to a silver bow New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night Of our solemnities.
Thesus: Go, Philostrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; Turn a melancholy forth to funerals; The pale companion is not for out pomp Exit Philostrate
Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, And won thy love, doing the injuries; But I will we thee in another key, With pomo, with triumph and with Revelling Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, and Demetrius
Full of vexation come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia Stands forth, Demetrius. My noble lord, This man hath my consent to marry her. Stand forth, Lysander, and my gracious duke, This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child; Thou, thou, Lysander: thou hast given her rhymes, And the interchanged love-tokens with my child: Thou has 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 unharden'd youth: With cunning hast 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 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.
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THESEUS:
Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace; four happy days brin in
Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow
This old moon wanes! she lingers in my desires
Like to a step-dame or a dowager
Long withering out a young man revenue.
Four days will quickly steep themselves in night;
Four nights will quickly dream away the thin;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.
Thesus:
Go, Philostrate,
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
Turn a melancholy forth to funerals;
The pale companion is not for out pomp
Exit Philostrate
Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,
And won thy love, doing the injuries;
But I will we thee in another key,
With pomo, with triumph and with Revelling
Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, and Demetrius
Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke!
Theseus:
What's the news with thee?
Full of vexation come I, with complaint
Against my child, my daughter Hermia
Stands forth, Demetrius. My noble lord,
This man hath my consent to marry her.
Stand forth, Lysander, and my gracious duke,
This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child;
Thou, thou, Lysander: thou hast given her rhymes,
And the interchanged love-tokens with my child:
Thou has 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 unharden'd youth:
With cunning hast 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 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.
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