[DRAMATIS PERSONÆ THESEUS, Duke of Athens. LYSANDER, } in love with Hermia. PHILOSTRATE, master of the revels to Theseus. SNUG, a joiner. BOTTOM, a weaver. SNOUT, a tinker. STARVELING, a tailor. HIPPOLYTA, queen of the Amazons, betrothed to HERMIA, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander. Other fairies attending their King and Queen. Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. SCENE: Athens, and a wood near it.] A MIDSOMMER NIGHTS DREAME Actus primus. [Scene i. Athens. The palace of Theseus.] Enter Theseus, Hippolita, [Philostrate,] with others. Theseus. OW faire Hippolita, our nuptiall houre Now Drawes on apace: foure happy daies bring in Another Moon: but oh, me thinkes, how slow This old Moon wanes; She lingers my desires Like to a Step-dame, or a Dowager, Long withering out a yong mans revennew. 9 Hip. Foure daies wil quickly steep themselves in nights Foure nights wil quickly dreame away the time: And then the Moone, like to a silver bow, The. Go Philostrate, Stirre up the Athenian youth to merriments, 10. nights: night-1Q. 13. now bent: new-bent-RowE. Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth, [Exit Philostrate.] Hippolita, I woo'd thee with my sword, With pompe, with triumph, and with revelling. Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia, Lysander, and Demetrius. 20 Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned Duke. The. Thanks good Egeus: what's the news with thee? Ege. Full of vexation, come I, with complaint Against my childe, my daughter Hermia. Stand forth Dometrius. My Noble Lord, This man hath my consent to marrie her. Stand forth Lysander. And my gracious Duke, This man hath bewitch'd the bosome of my childe: With bracelets of thy haire, rings, gawdes, conceits, 30 40 Knackes, trifles, Nose-gaies, sweet meats (messengers 30. Stand forth Dometrius: in text, next line-Rowe. 33. Stand forth Lysander: in text, next line-Rowe. 39. faining.. faining: feigning .. feigning-RowE. Of strong prevailment in unhardned youth) To stubborne harshnesse. And my gracious Duke, I beg the ancient priviledge of Athens; 50 The. What say you Hermia? be advis'd faire Maide, To you your Father should be as a God; One that compos'd your beauties; yea and one To whom you are but as a forme in waxe By him imprinted: and within his power, The. In himselfe he is. But in this kinde, wanting your fathers voyce. 60 Her. I would my father look'd but with my eyes. I know not by what power I am made bold, In such a presence heere to pleade my thoughts: 70 The worst that may befall me in this case, The. Either to dye the death, or to abjure Therefore faire Hermia question your desires, |