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Consent to marry with Demetrius,
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
Her. I would my father look'd but with my eyes.
I know not by what power I am made bold;
The. Either to die the death, or to abjure
Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,
Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
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 aye, austerity and single life.
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 unto Demetrius.
Lys. I am my lord, as well deriv'd as he,
As well possess'd; 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 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;
I have some private schooling for you both.—
I must employ you in some business
Ege. With duty, and desire, we follow you.
[Exeunt Thes. Hip. Ege. Dem, and train.
Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale?
How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could well Beteem them 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 s!
Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it; Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night 9, That, in a spleen 10, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say,-Behold!
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.
Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd,
It stands as an edict in destiny:
Then let us teach our trial patience,
Because it is a customary cross:
As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.
Lys. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me,Hermia.
I have a widow aunt, a dowager
By the simplicity of Venus' doves;
By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves;
Lys. Keep promise, love: Look, here comes Helena.
Her. God speed, fair Helena! Whither away! Hel. Call ye me fair? that fair again unsay. Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair! Your eyes are lode-stars "; and your tongue's sweet air