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Despite his nice fence, and bis active practice, Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear ?
His May of youth, and bloom of lusty hood. Claud. God bless me from a challenge!
Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you. Bene. You are a villain :-I jest not :- I will
Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd make it good how you dare, with what you
my child;

dare, and when you dare :-Do me right, or !
If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. will protest your cowardice. You have killed
Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed; a sweet lady, and her death shall fall heavy on
But that's no matter; let him kill one first ;- you : Let me hear from you.
Win me and wear me,-let him answer me, Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have
Come, follow me, boy ; come, boy, follow me: good cheer.
Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence ; D. Pedro. What, a feast? a feast ?
Nay, as I'm a gentleman, I will.

Claud. l' faith, I thank him; he hath bid me Leon. Brother

to a calf's head and a capon; the which if ) Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd do not carve most curiously, say, my knife's my niece ;

naught.-Shall I not find a woodcock 100 ? And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains ; Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily, That dare as well answer a man, indeed, D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised As I dare take a serpent by the tongue; thy wit the other day: I said thou hadst a fine Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops ! wit: True, says she, a fine little one: No, said Leon.

Brother Antony,-1, a great wit; Right, says she, a great gross Ant. Hold you content; What, man! I know one: Nay, said I, a good wit; Just, said she, them, yea,

it hurts nobody : Nay, said I, the gentleman is And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: wise; Certain, said she, a wise gentleman : Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong’ring boys, Nay, said I, he hath the tongues ; That I beThat lie, and cog, and fout, deprave and slander, liere, said she, for he suore a thing to me on Go antickly, and show outward hideousness, Monday nighi, which he forswore on Tuesday And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, morning; there's a double tongue; there's two How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, tongues. Thus, did she, an hour together, And this is all.

transshape thy particular virtues; yet, at last, Leon. But, brother Antony,

she concluded with a sigh, thou wast the proAnt.

Come, 'tis no matter ; perest man in Italy. Do not you meddle, let me deal in this.

Claud, For the which she wept heartily, and D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wake said, she cared not. your patience.

D. Pedro. Yea, that she did ; but yet, for all My heart is sorry for your daughter's death; that, an if she did not hate him deadly, she But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing would love him dearly: the old man's daugbBut what was true, and very full of proof. ter told us all. Leon. My lord, my lord,

Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him D. Pedro.

I will not hear you. when he was hid in the garden. Leon.

No?! D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage Come, brother, away - I will be heard : bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head ? Ant.

And shall, Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells Or some of us will smart for it.

Benedict the married man? [Exeunt Leonato and Antonio. Bene. Fare you well, boy ; you know my

mind : I will leave you now to your gossip-like Enter Benedick.

humour; you break jests as braggarts do their D. Pedro. See, see; here comes the man we blades, which, God be thanked, hurt not.My went to seek.

lord, for your many courtesies I thank yon: 1 Claud. Now signior! what news 7

must discontinue your company : your brother, Bene. Good day, my lord.

the bastard, is fled from Messina : you have, D. Pedro. Welcome, signior : You are almost among yon, killed a sweet and innocent lady come to part almost a fray.

For any lord Lack-beard, there, he and I shall Claud. 'We had like to have had our two noses meet; and till then, peace be with him. snapped off with two old men without teeth.

(Erit Benedick. D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother : What D. Pedro. He is in earnest. think'st thon? Had we fought, I doubt, we Claud. In most profound earnest; And, V should have been too young for them.

warrant you, for the love of Beatrice. Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true va D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee? Jour. I came to seek yon both.

Claud. Most sincerely, Claud. We have been up and down to seek. D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when thee ; for we are high-proof melancholy, and he goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves of would fain have it beaten away: Wilt thou use his wit. thy wit?

Claud. He is then a giant to an ape : but then Bene. It is in my scabbard ; Sholl 1 draw it? is an ape a doctor to such a man. D. Pedro. Dost ihon wear thy wit by thy side? D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, Claud. Never any did so, though very many my heart, and be sad ! Did he not say, my bra have been beside their wit.-I will bid thee ther was fled ? draw, as we do the minstrels; draw, to pleasure Enter Dugberry, Verges, and the Watch, with D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks

Conrade and Borachio. pale :- Art thou sick, or angry?

Dogb. Come, you, sir; if justice cannot tame Claud. What! courage, man! What though you, she shall' ne'er weigh 'more reasons in her care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in balance : nay, an you be a cursing hypocrite thee to kill care.

once, yon must be looked to. Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's an you charge it against me:-I pray you, choose men bound ! Borachio, one! another subject.

Claud. Hearken to their offence, my lord! Claud. Nay, then give him another staff: thie D. Pedro. Officers, what offence have these last was broke cross.

men done? D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false more; I think he be angry, indeed.

report; moreover, they have spoken ununths; Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly.


they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have ve-To-morrow morning come you to my house; rified unjust things I and, to conclude, they are And since you could not be my son-in-law, lying_knaves.

Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have Almost the copy of my child that's dead, tone; thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; And she alone is heir to both of us; sixth and lastly, why they are committed ; and, Give her the right you should have given her to conclude, what you lay to their


Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own di- And so dies my revenge.
vision; and, by my troth, there's one meaning Claud.

O noble sir,
well suited.

Your over kindness doth wring tears from me! D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, do embrace your offer; and dispose that you are thus bound to your answer ? this For henceforth of poor Claudio. learned constable is too cunning to be under Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your stood: What's your offence ?

coming; Bore Sweet prince, let me go no further to To-night I take my leave. - This naughty man mine answer; do you hear me, and let this count Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes; Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong, what your wisdoms could not discover, these Hir'd to it by your brother. shallow fools have brought to light; who, in the Bora. No, by my soul, she was not; night, overheard me confessing to this man, how Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke Don John, your brother, incensed me to slander to me: the lady Hero: how you were brought into the But always hath been just and virtuous, orchard, and saw me court Margaret in Hero's In any thing that I do know by her. garments; how you disgraced her, when you Dogb. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not should marry her: my villany they have upon under white and black,) this plaintiff here, the record, which I had rather seal with my death, offender, did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be than repeat over to my shame: the lady is dead remembered in his punishment: And also, the upon mine and my master's false accusation; watch heard them talk of one Deformed: they and, briefly, I desire nothing but the reward of a say, he wears a key in his ear, and a lock hangvillain.

ing by it; and borrows money in God's name; D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through the which he hath used so long, and never paid, your blood ?

that now men grow hard-hearted, and will lend Claud. I have drunk poison, while he utter'd it nothing for God's sake: 'Pray you, examine him D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this ? upon that point. Borc Yea, and paid me richly for the practice Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest of it

pains. D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of trea-Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankchery

ful and reverend youth; and I praise God for And fled he is upon this villany.

Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth ap-Leon. There's for thy pains.

Dogb. God save the foundation.
In the rare semblance that I loved it first. Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and
Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs: by this I thank thee.
time our sexton hath reformed signior Leonato Dogb. I leave an errant knave with your wor-
of the matter : And, masters, do not forget to ship; which, 1 beseech your worship, to correct
specify, when time and place shall serve, that I yourself, for the example of others.' God keep

your worship; I wish your worship well; God Verg: Here, here comes master signior Leona- restore you to health : 1 humbly give you leave to and the Sexton too.

to depart; and if a merry meeting may be wish

ed, God prohibit it.-Come, neighbour. Re-enter Leonato and Antonio, with the Sexton.

[Ereunt Dogberry, Verges, and Watch, Leon. Which is the villain ? Let me see his eyes; Leon. Until tomorrow morning, lords, fare That when I note another man like him,

well. I may avoid him : which of these is he?' Ant. Farewell, my lords: we look for you toBora- If you would know your wronger, look morrow on me

D. Pedro. We will not fail. Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath Claud. To-night I'll mourn with lero. hast kill'd

(Exeunt Don Pedro and Claudio. Mine innocent child?

Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk
Yea, even I alone.

with Margaret,
Leon. No, not so, villain; thou bely'st thyself; How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fel-
Here stand a pair of honourable men,


[Exeunt. A third is fled, that had a hand in it

SCENE 11. Leonato's Garden.
I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death:
Record it with your high and worthy deeds;

Enter Benedick and Margaret, meeting. 'Twas

bravely done, if you bethink you of it. Bene. 'Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret,
Clauch I know not how to pray your patience, deserve well at my hands, by helping me io the
Yet I must speak: Choose your revenge yourself; speech of Beatrice.
Impose me to what penance your invention Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in
Can lay upon my sin : yet sinn'd I not

praise of my beauty?
But in mistaking.

Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I;

man living shall come over it; for, in most comeAnd yet, to satisfy this good old man, ly truth, thou deservest it. I would bend under any heavy weight

Marg. To have no man come over me? why,
That he'll enjoin me to.

shall I always keep below stairs ?
Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's
That were impossible ; but, I pray you both, mouth, it catches.
Possess the people in Messina here

Marg. And yours as blunt as the fencer's foils,
How innocent she died : and, if your love which hit, but hurt not.
Can labour aught in sad invention,

Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not
Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb,

hurt a woman; and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice : And ring it to her bones; sing it to-night : I give thee the bucklers.

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Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: ther our own.

will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the pikes with a vice; and they are dan

Enter Ursula. gerous weapons for maids.

Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, yonder's old coil at home: it is proved, my lady I think, hath legs.

(Exit Margaret. Hero hath been falsely aceused, the Prince and Bene. And therefore will come.

Claudio mightly abused ; and Don John is the The god of love, [Singing. author of all, who is filed and gone : will you Thai sits above,

come presently 1
And knows me, and knows me,

Beat. Will you go bear this news, signior!
How pitiful I deserve,

Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, I mean, in singing; but in loving, -Leander the and be buried in thy eyes, and moreover, I will

[Eseunt good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of go with

thee to thy uncle's. panders, and a whole book full of these quondam

SCENE III. The Inside of a Church carpet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants, with in the even road of a blank verse, why, they

Musick and Tapers. were never so truly turned over and over as my Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato ? poor self, in love : Marry, I cannot show it in Atten. It is, my lord. rhyme; I have tried; I can find out no rhyme Claud. [Reads from a scroll. ) to lady but baby, an innocent rhyme; for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme; for school, fool, a babbling

Done to death by slanderous tongues rhyme ; very ominous endings: No, I was not

Was the Hero that here lies : born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo

Death in guerdon of her wrongs in festival terms.

Gives her fame which never dies :

So the life, ihat died with shame,
Enter Beatrice.

Lives in death with glorious fame.
Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I call-

Hang thou there upon the tomb, (affixing it ed thee?

Praising her when I am dumb. Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid Now, musick, sound, and sing your solemn me.

hymn. Bene. 0, stay but till then!

SONG. Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now :and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for,

Pardon, Goddess of the night, which is, with knowing what hath passed be

Those that slew thy virgin knight;

For the which, with songs of wo, tween you and Claudio. Bene. Only foul words: and thereupon I will

Round about her tomb they go. kiss thee.

Midnight, assist our moan; Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul

Help us to sigh and groan, wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noi

Heavily, heavily : some; therefore I will depart unkissed.

Graves, yawn, and yield your dead, Bené. Thou hast frighted the word out of his

Till death be uttered, right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must Hearily, heavily. tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my chal Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night! lenge: and either I must shortly hear from him, Yearly will I do this rite. or I will subscribe him a coward. And I pray - D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters ; pat you thee now, tell me, for which of my bad parts

torches out: didst thou first fall in love with me?

The wolves have prey'd ; and look, the gentle Beat. For them altogether: which maintained

day, 80 politic a state of evil, that they will not admit Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about any good part to intermingle with them. But Dapples the drowsy east with spots gray: for which of my good parts did you first suffer Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well love for me?

Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his seveBene. Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will. D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other Beat. In spite of your heart, I think; alas!

weeds; poor heart ! 'If you spite it for my sake, I will And then to Leonato's we will go. spite it for yours; for I will never love that which Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue my friend hates.

speeds, Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peace-Than this, for whom we render'd up this wo! ably.

(Excunt Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's SCENE IV. A Room in Leonato's House. not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.

Entor Leonato, Antonio, Benedick, Beatrice, Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that

Ursula, Friar, and Hero. lived in the time of good neighbours: if a man Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent ? do not erect in this age his own tomb ere be dies, Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who ache shall live no longer in monument, than the

cus'd her bell rings, and the widow weeps.

Upon the error that you heard debated : Beat. And how long is that, think you ? But Margaret was in some fault for this; Bene. Question I-Why, an hour in clamour, Although against her will, us it appears and a quarter in rheum:

Therefore it is most ex. In the true course of all the question. pedient for the wise (if Don Worm, his con Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so science, find no impediment to the contrary,) well. to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd myself: So much for praising myself (who, ! To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. myself

will bear witness, is praise-worthy,) and Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen now tell me, How doth your cousin ?

all, Beat. Very ill.

Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves: Bene. And how do you 7

And, when I send for you, come hither, mask'd : Beat Very ill too.

The prince and Claudio promie'd by this hour

ral way,

To visit me :-You know your office, brother; Mean time, let wonder seem familiar,
You must be father to your brother's daughter, and to the chapel let us presently.
And give her to young Claudio. (Exeunt Ladies Bene. Soft, and fair, friar.-Which is Beatrice?
Ant which I will do with confirm'd counte- Beat. 1 answer to that name; [Unmasking.)

What is your will ?
Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. Bene. Do not you love me?
Friar. To do what, signior ?


Why, no, no more than reason. Bene To bind me, or undo me, one of them.-Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,

and Claudio, Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. Have been deceived; for they swore you did. Lcon. That eye my daughter lent her ; 'Tis Beat. Do not you love me 1 most true.

Bene. Troth, no, no more than reason. Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her. Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had Ursula, from me,

Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear you did. From Claudio, and the prince: But what's your Bene. They swore that you were almost sick

for me. Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical : Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh But, for my will, my will is, your good will

dead for me. May stand with ours, this day to be conjoined Bene. 'Tis no such matter :-Then, you do not In the estate of honourable marriage ;

love me? In which, good friar, I shall desire your help. Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Leon. My heart is with your liking,

Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the Friar.

And my help gentleman. Here comes the prince, and Claudio.

Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves Enter Don Pedro, and Claudio, with Attendants. For here's a paper written in his hand,

D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly. A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,
Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow, Fashioned to Beatrice.


And here's another, We here attend yon; are you get determined Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her To-day to marry with my brother's daughter ? pocket, Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Containing her affection unto Benedick. Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against ready,

[Erit Antonio. our hearts !--Come, I will have thee; but, by D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, this light, I take thee for pity. what's the matter,

Beat. I would not deny you ; but, by this That you have such a February face, good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness? partly, to save your life, for I was told you were Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage in a consumption. bull:

Bene. Peace, I will stop your month. Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with

(Kissing her. gold,

D Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the mar. And all Europa shall rejoice at thee;

ried man ? As once Earopa did at lusty Jove,

Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of When he would play the noble beast in love. wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour: Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low: Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epi. And some such strange bull leap'd your father's gram? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, cow,

he shall wear nothing handsome about him : In And got a calf in that same noble feat,

brief, since I do propose to marry, I will think Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. nothing to any purpose that the world can say

Re-enter Antonio, with the Ladies masked. against it; and therefore never flout at me for Claud. For this I owe you : here come other what I have said against it ; for man is a giddy

thing, and this is my conclusion.-For thy part, reckonings.

Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee; bui Which is the lady I must seize upon ? Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. in that thou art like to be my kinsman,' live

unbruised, and love my cousin. Claud. Why, then she's mine : Sweet, let me

Claud. I had well hoped thou wouldst have see your face. Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double

denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled her hand

dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if Before this friar, and swear to marry her. Claud. Give me your hand before this holy my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to friar;

Bene. Come, come, we are friends :- let's have I am your husband, if you like of me. Hero. And when I lived, I was your other a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten

our own hearts, and our wives' heels. And when you lov'd, you were my other hus Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play,

[Unmasking: Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards. band.

musick. ---Prince, thou art sad: get thee a wife, Claud. Another Hero !

get thee a wife : there is no staff more reverend Hero. Nothing certainer :

than one tipp'd with horn. One Hero died defil'd; but I do live, And, surely as I live, 'I am a maid.

Enter a Messenger. D.' Pedro. The former Hero ! Hero that is Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta’en in

dead! Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slan

flight, der lived.

And brought with armed men back to Messina. Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;

Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow; I'N When, after that the holy rites are ended,

devise thee brave punishments for him-Strike. PHI tell you largely of fair Hero's death: up, pipers.

(Dance. Ereunt.


THESEUS, Duke of Athens.

HELENA, in love with Demetrius,
EGEUS, Father to Hermia.
In love with Hermia.

OBERON, King of the Fairies.

TITANIA, Queen of the Fairies. PHILOSTRATÉ, Master of the Revels to PUCK, or ROBIN-GOODFELLOW, a Fairy, Theseus.

PEAS-BLOSSOM, QUINCE, the Carpenter.


Fairies. SNUG, the Joiner.

MOTH, BOTTOM, the Weater.

MUSTÁRD-SEED, FLUTE, the Bellows-mender.

PYRAMUS, SNOUT, the Tinker.



Characters in the Interlude

MOONSHINE, performed by the Clowns. HIPPOLYTA, Queen of the Amazons, betroth- LION,

ed to Theseus.
HERMIA, Daughter of Egeus, in love with Other Fairies attending their King and Queen.

Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta.
SCENE, ---Athens, and a Wood not far from it.



Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,

To stubborn harshness :- And, my gracions
SCENE I. Athens.

A Room in the Palace of Theseus. Be it so she will not here before your grace

Consent to marry with Demetrius,
Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, and

I beg the ancient privilege of Athens ;

As she is mine, I may dispose of her: The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour

Which shall be either to this gentleman, Draws on apace : four happy days bring in

Or to her death; according to our law, Another moon : but, oh, methinks how slow

Immediately provided in that case. This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires,

The. What say you, Hermia ? Be advis'd, falr Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,

maid: Long withering out a young man's revenue. Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves One thai compos'd your beauties; yea, and one

To you your father should be as a god; in nights ;

To whom you are but as a form in wax, Four nights will quickly dream away the time ; By him imprinted, and within his power And then the moon, like to a silver bow

To leave the figure, or disfigure it. New bent in heaven, shall behold the night

Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.
Of our solemnities.

Her. So is Lysander.
Go, Philostrate,


In himself he is
Stir np the Athenian youth to merriments; But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice,
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth';

The other must be held the worthier.
Turn melancholy forth to funerals,

Her. I would my father look'd but with my The pale companion is not for our pomp.-

eyes. (Erit Philostrate.

The. Rather your eyes must with Iris judgment Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,

look. And won thy love, doing thee injuries ; Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. But I will wed thee in another key, With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling. Nor how it may concern my modesty,

I know not by what power I am made bold; Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, and Deme- In such a presence here, to plead my thonghts: trius.

But 1 beseech your grace that I may know
Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke ! The worst that may befall me in this case,
The. Thanks, pood Egeus : What's the news 14 refuse to wed Demetrius.

The. Either to die the death, or to abjure
Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint For ever the society of men.
Against my child, my daughter Hermia Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires,
Stand forth Demetrius ;-My noble lord,

Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
This man hath my consent to marry her :-

Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,
Stand forth Lysander ;-and, my gracious duke, You can endure the livery of a nun;
This hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child : For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her To live a barren sister all your life,

Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
And interchang'd love tokens with my child, Thrice blessed they, that master their blood,
Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage :
With feigning voice, verses of feigning love;

But earthlier happy is the rose distillid,
And stol'n the impression of her fantasy

Than that, which, withering on the virgin thoro, With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gauds, con- Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.

Her. So will l grow, so live, so die, my lord,
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats ; mes- Ere I will yield my virgin patent up

Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke
Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth: My soul consents not to give sovereignty.
With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's T'he. Take time to pause : and by the next new


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