To stubborn harshness :-and, my gracious duke, I beg the ancient privilege of Athens. The. What say you, Hermia? be advised, fair maid: To you your father should be as a god; In himself he is : Her. I would my father look'd but with my eyes. The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold; Nor how it may concern my modesty, In such a presence here to plead my thoughts: You owe to your father a being which he may at pleasure continue or destroy. know But I beseech your grace, that I may The. Either to die the death, or to abjure For aye 2 to be in shady cloister mew'd; Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke The. Take time to pause: and, by the next new moon, (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, Consider your youth. 2 For ever. Or on Diana's altar to protest, Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia;—and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. 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 1 unto Demetrius. Lys. I am, my lord, as well derived as he, As well possess'd; 2 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, Why should not I then prosecute my right? Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, Upon this spotted 3 and inconstant man. The. 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; 1 Bestow. 2 lave as ample possessions. 3 Wicked. I have some private schooling for you I must employ you in some business How chance the roses there do fade so fast? Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could well Beteem them 1 from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth : Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low! 1 Give, bestow on them. War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it; Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, It stands as an edict in destiny: Then let us teach our trial patience, As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's 2 followers. Lys. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me, Hermia. I have a widow aunt, a dowager Of great revenue, and she hath no child: |