ACT I.
1. SCENE I. Athens. A room in the Palace of THESEUS.
 
[Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and Attendants.] 
 
THESEUS
 
Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
 
Draws on apace; four happy days bring in
 
Another moon; but, oh, methinks, how slow
 
This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires,
 
Like to a step-dame or a dowager,
 
Long withering out a young man's revenue. 
 
HIPPOLYTA
 
Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights;
 
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
 
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
 
New bent in heaven, shall behold the night
 
Of our solemnities. 
 
THESEUS
 
Go, Philostrate,
 
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;
 
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
 
Turn melancholy forth to funerals--
 
The pale companion is not for our pomp. --
 
 
[Exit PHILOSTRATE.]
 
 
Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,
 
And won thy love doing thee injuries;
 
But I will wed thee in another key,
 
With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling. 
 
[Enter EGEUS, HERMIA, LYSANDER, and DEMETRIUS.] 
 
EGEUS
 
Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! 
 
THESEUS
 
Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee? 
 
EGEUS
 
Full of vexation come I, with complaint
 
Against my child, my daughter Hermia.--
 
Stand forth, Demetrius.--My noble lord,
 
This man hath my consent to marry her:--
 
Stand forth, Lysander;--and, my gracious duke,
 
This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child.
 
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
 
And interchang'd love-tokens with my child:
 
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung,
 
With feigning voice, verses of feigning love;
 
And stol'n the impression of her fantasy
 
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,
 
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats,--messengers
 
Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth;--
 
With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart;
 
Turned her obedience, which is due to me,
 
To stubborn harshness.--And, my gracious duke,
 
Be it so she will not here before your grace
 
Consent to marry with Demetrius,
 
I beg the ancient privilege 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 law
 
Immediately provided in that case. 
 
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