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FROM THE TEXT OF
MR. STEEVENS'S LAST EDITION.
Theseus, Duke of Athens.
Philostrate, Master of the Revels to Theseus.
Quince, the Carpenter.
Bottom, the Weaver.
Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, betrothed to
Hermia, Daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander. Helena, in love with Demetrius.
Oberon, King of the Fairies.
Titania, Queen of the Fairies.
Characters in the Interlude
Other Fairies attending their King and Queen.
SCENE, Athens, and a Wood not far from it.
ATHENS. A ROOM IN THE PALACE OF THESEUS.
Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, and Attendants.
The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
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;
Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, and Demetrius. 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 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 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 moon-light 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,
With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart;
The. What say you, Hermia? be advis'd, fair maid:
To you your father should be as a god;
Her. I would, my father look'd but with my eyes. The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look.
Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold; Nor how it may concern my modesty,
In such a presence here, to plead my thoughts:
The. Either to die the death, or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun; For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood,