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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.
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
(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.
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: