. Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream . Grace that I may knowThe worst that may befall me in this case,If I refuse to wed Demetrius. Theseus. Either to die the death, or to abjureFor ever the society of , fair Hermia, question your desires ;Know of your youth, examine well your blood,Whether, if you yield not to your fathers choice,You can endure the livery of a nun ;For aye to be in shady cloister mewd,To live a barren sister all your life,Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless they that master so their blood,To undergo such maiden pilgrimage
. Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream . Grace that I may knowThe worst that may befall me in this case,If I refuse to wed Demetrius. Theseus. Either to die the death, or to abjureFor ever the society of , fair Hermia, question your desires ;Know of your youth, examine well your blood,Whether, if you yield not to your fathers choice,You can endure the livery of a nun ;For aye to be in shady cloister mewd,To live a barren sister all your life,Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless they that master so their blood,To undergo such maiden pilgrimage ;But earthlier-happy is the rose distilld,Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn,Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. Hermia. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,Ere I will yield my virgin patent upUnto his lordship, whose unwished yokeMy soul consents not to give sovereignty. Theseus. Take time to pause ; and by the next new moon,— The sealing-day betwixt my love and me,For everlasting bond of fellowship,— ACT I. 6 Sc. Lysander. .... and she, sweet lady, dotes,Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,Upon this spotted and inconstant man. A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM Upon that day either prepare to die For disobedience to your fathers will, Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would ; Or on Dianas altar to protest For aye austerity and single life. Demetrius. Relent, sweet Hermia : and, Lysander,yield Thy crazed title to my certain You have her fathers love, Demetrius ; Let me have Hermias : do you marry 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 I am, my lord, as well derived as he, As well possessd ; my love is more than his ; My fortunes every way as fairly rankd, If not with vantage, as Demetrius ; And, which is more than all these boasts can be, I am beloved of beauteous Hermia : Why should not I then prosecute
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