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THESEUS, Duke of Athens.
Egeus, an Athenian Lord.
Lyfander, in love with Hermia.
Demetrius, in love with Hermia.
Quince, the Carpenter.
Snug, the Joiner.
Bottom, the Weaver.
Flute, the Bellows-mender.
Snowt, the Tinker.
Starveling the Taylor.
Philostrate, Master of the 'Revels' to Theseus.
Hippolita, Princess of the Amazons, betrothed to Theseus.
Hermia, Daughter to Egeus, in love with Lyfander.
Helena, in love with Demetrius,

Attendants.

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

Fairies.
Moth,
Mustardfeed,

Other Fairies attending on the King and Queen.

SCENE Athens, and a Wood not far from it.

Sports

А

A

MIDSUMMER-NIGHT's

DREAM.

A CT I. SCENE I.

A T H E N S.

Enter Theseus, Hippolita, Philoftrate, with attendants.

THE SEU S.
OW, fair Hippolita, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace; four happy days bring in
Another moon: but oh, methinks, how Now
This old moon wanes! The lingers my desires

Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,
Long withering out a young man's revenue.

Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves 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 folemnities.

The. Go, Pbilostrate,
Stir up th’ Athenian youth to merriments,
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth:
Turn melancholy forth to funerals,

The

The pale companion is not for our pomp. [Exit Phil.
Hippolita, I woo'd 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 bosom of my child :
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast giv'n her rhimę,
And interchang'd love-tokens with my child:
Thou haft by moon-light at her window sung,
With feigning voice, verses of - 'feigned love,
And stoľn th’impression of her fantasie
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats, (messengers
Of strong prevailment in unhardend 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 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. <

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

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By him imprinted; and within his

power To leave the figure, or disfigure it: Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.

Her. So is Lyfander.

Tbe. 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, not yielding 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 distill'd,
Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.

Her. So will I grow, fo live, so die, my lord,
Ere I will yield my virgin patent up
Unto his lordship, to whose unwilh'd yoak
My soul consents not to give Sov’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

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