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A midsommer nights dreame As it hath beene sundry times publickely acted, by the Right honourable, the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants. Written by William Shakespeare.
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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
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A Midsommer nights dreame As it hath beene sundry times publickely acted by the Right honourable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants Written by William Shakespeare ¶ Imprinted at London for Thomas Fisher and are to be soulde at his shoppe at the Signe of the White Hart in Fleetestreete 1600. A MIDSOMMER NIGHTS DREAME Enter Theseus Hippolita with others Theseus NOw faire Hippolita our nuptiall hower Draws on apase fower happy daies bring in An other Moone but oh me thinks how slow This old Moone waues She lingers my desires Like to a Stepdame or a dowager Long withering out a yong mans reuenewe Hip. Fower daies will quickly steepe themselues in night Fower nights will quickly dreame away the time And then the Moone like to a siluer bowe Now bent in heauen shall beholde the night Of our solemnities The. Goe Philostrate Stirre vp the Athenian youth to merriments Awake the peart and nimble spirit of mirth Turne melancholy foorth to funerals The pale companion is not for our pomp Hyppolita I woo'd thee with my sword And wonne thy loue doing thee iniuries But I will wed thee in another key With pompe with triumph and with reueling Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia and Lysander and Helena and Demetrius Ege Happy be Theseus our renowned duke The. Thankes good Egeus What 's the newes with thee Ege Full of vexation come I with complaint Against my childe my daughter Hermia Stand forth Demetrius My noble Lord This man hath my consent to marry her Stand forth Lisander And my gratious Duke This man hath bewitcht the bosome of my childe Thou thou Lysander thou hast giuen her rimes And interchang'd loue tokens with my childe Thou hast by moone-light at her windowe sung With faining voice verses of faining loue And stolne the impression of her phantasie With bracelets of thy haire rings gawdes conceites Knackes trifles nosegaies sweete meates messengers Of strong preuailement in vnhardened youth With cunning hast thou filcht my daughters heart Turnd her obedience which is due to mee To stubborne harshnesse And my gratious Duke Be it so she will not here before your Grace Consent to marry with Demetrius I beg the auncient priuiledge of Athens As she is mine I may dispose of her Which shall be either to this gentleman Or to her death according to our lawe Immediatly prouided in that case The What say you Hermia Be aduis'd faire maid To you your father should be as a God One that compos'd your beauties yea and one To whome you are but as a forme in wax By him imprinted and within his power To leaue the figure or disfigure it Demetrius is a worthy gentleman Her So is Lisander The In himselfe he is But in this kinde wanting your fathers voice The other must be held the worthier Her I would my father lookt but with my eyes The. Rather your eyes must with his iudgement looke Her I doe intreat your grace to pardon mee I know not by what power I am made bould Nor how it may concerne my modesty In such a presence here to plead my thoughts But I beseech your Grace that I may knowe The worst that may befall mee in this case If I refuse to wed Demetrius The. Either to dy the death or to abiure For euer the society of men Therefore faire Hermia question your desires Knowe of your youth examine well your blood Whether if you yeelde not to your fathers choyce You can endure the liuery of a Nunne For aye to be in shady cloyster mew'd To liue a barraine sister all your life Chaunting faint hymnes to the colde fruitlesse Moone Thrise blessed they that master so there bloode To vndergoe such maiden pilgrimage But earthlyer happy is the rose distild Then that which withering on the virgin thorne Growes liues and dies in single blessednesse Her So will I growe so liue so die my Lord Ere I will yield my virgin Patent vp Vnto his Lordshippe whose vnwished yoake My soule consents not to giue souerainty The. Take time to pawse and by the next newe moone The sealing day betwixt my loue and mee For euerlasting bond of fellowshippe Vpon that day either prepare to dye For disobedience to your fathers will Or else to wed Demetrius as he would Or on Dianaes altar to protest For aye austeritie and single life Deme. Relent sweete Hermia and Lysander yeeld Thy crazed title to my certaine right Lys. You haue her fathers loue Demetrius Let me haue Hermias doe you marry him Egeus Scornefull Lysander true he hath my loue And what is mine my loue shall render him And she is mine and all my right of her I doe estate unto Demetrius Lysand. I am my lord as well deriu'd as hee As well possest my loue is more than his My fortunes euery way as fairely rankt If not with vantage as Demetrius And which is more then all these boastes can be I am belou'd of beautious Hermia Why should not I then procecute my right Demetrius I le auouch it to his heade Made loue to Nedars daughter Helena And won her soule and she sweete Ladie dotes Deuoutly dotes dotes in Idolatry Vpon this spotted and inconstant man The. I must confesse that I haue heard so much And with Demetrius thought to haue spoke thereof But being overfull of selfe affaires My minde did loose it But Demetrius come And come Egeus you shall goe with mee I haue some priuate schooling for you both For you faire Hermia looke you arme your selfe To fit your fancies to your fathers will Or else the Law of Athens yeelds you vp Which by no meanes we may extenuate To death or to a vowe of single life Come my Hyppolita what cheare my loue Demetrius and Egeus goe along I must employ you in some businesse Against our nuptiall and conferre with you Of some thing nerely that concernes your selues Ege With duety desire we follow you Exeunt Lysand. How now my loue Why is your cheeke so pale How chance the roses there doe fade so fast Her Belike for want of raine which I could well Beteeme them from the tempest of my eyes Lis. Eigh me for aught that I could euer reade Could euer here by tale or history The course of true loue neuer did runne smoothe But either it was different in bloud Her O crosse too high to be inthrald to loue Lis. Or else misgraffed in respect of yeares Her O spight too olde to be ingag'd to young Lis. Or else it stoode vpon the choyce of friends Her O hell to choose loue by anothers eyes Lys. Or if there were a sympathy in choyce Warre death or sicknesse did lay siege to it Making it momentany as a sound Swift as a shadowe short as any dreame Briefe as the lightning in the collied night That in a spleene vnfolds both heauen and earth And ere a man hath power to say beholde The iawes of darkenesse do deuoure it vp So quicke bright things come to confusion Her If then true louers haue