. Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream . mirth :Turn melancholy forth to funerals ;The pale companion is not for our pomp. [Exit Philostrate. Hippolyta, I wood 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. Egeus. Happy be Theseus, our renowned Duke ! Theseus. Thanks, good Egeus : whats the news withthee ? Egeus. Full of vexation come I, with complaintAgainst my child, my daughter $/f<prth, Demetrius. My noble lord,This man hath my c
. Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream . mirth :Turn melancholy forth to funerals ;The pale companion is not for our pomp. [Exit Philostrate. Hippolyta, I wood 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. Egeus. Happy be Theseus, our renowned Duke ! Theseus. Thanks, good Egeus : whats the news withthee ? Egeus. Full of vexation come I, with complaintAgainst my child, my daughter $/f<prth, Demetrius. My noble lord,This man hath my consent to marry forth, Lysander : and, my gracious Duke,This man hath bewitchd the bosom of my child :Thou, , Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes., And interchanged love-tokens with my child :Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung,With feigning voice, verses of feigning love ;And stolen the impression of her fantasyWith bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers ACT I. 2 Sc. Theseus. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hourDraws on apace. A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM Of strong prevailment in unhardened youth :With cunning hast thou filchd my daughters heart ; Turnd her obedience, which is due to me,To stubborn harshness : and, my gracious Duke,Be it so she will not here before your GraceConsent 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 gentlemanOr to her death, according to our lawImmediately provided in that case. Theseus. What say you, Hermia ? be advised, fair maid : To you your father should be as a god ;One that composed your beauties ; yea, and oneTo whom you are but as a form in waxBy him imprinted, and within his powerTo leave the figure or disfigure is a worthy gentleman. Hermia. So is Lysander. Theseus. In himself he is : But in this kind, wanting your fathers voice,The other must be held the worthie
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