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Theseus, Duke of Athens,
Egeus, an Athenian Lord,
Lysander, in love with Hermia,
Derhetrius, in love with Hermiaa
Quince, the Carpenter,
Snug, the Joiner, ,
Bottom, the Weaver,
Flute, the Bellows-mender,
Snowt, the Tinker,
Starveling, the Taylor,
Mr. W. Palmer.
Hippolita, Princess of the Amazons, beo} Mrs. Hopkins. Hermia, Daughter to Egous, in love with} Miss Young.
Helena, in love with Demetrius,
Oberon, King of the Fairies,
Miss Rogers. Titania, Queen of the Fairies,
Miss Ford. Puck,
Master Cape. Firjt Fairy,
Miss Wright. Second Fairy,
Mafter Raworth. Other Fairies attending the King and Queet SCENE, Athens, and a Wood not far from it.
OW, fair Hippolita, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace; four happy days bring in
Another moon: But oh, methinks how flow
This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires,
Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,
Long withering out a young man's revenue.
Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights,
And then the moon, like to a silver bow,
New bent in heaven, Ihall behold the night,
Of our folemnities.
The. Go, Philoftrate,
Stir up th' Athenian youth to merriments;
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth :
Tum melancholy forth to funerals.
The pale companion is not for our pomp.
Hippolita, 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.
Ege. Happy be Theseus our renowned Duke.
The. Thanks, good Egeus ; what's the news with thei?
Ege. Full of vexation, come ! with complaint
Against my child, my daughter Hermia.
-Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble Lord,
This man hathrthy consent to marry her.
Stand forth, Lyrænder. And, my gracious Dukes
This hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child : :
Thou, thou, Lyfander. And, my noble Lord,
Bet to the will not here, before
Consent to marry with Demetrius,
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens;
As the is mine, I may dispose of her :
Which shall he either to this gentleman,
Or to her death, according to our ldw.
The. What say you, Hermia Be advis'd, fair maid,
Demetrius is a worthy.gentleman.
Her. So is Lyfander.
The. In himself' he is;
But in this kind, wanting your father's voice,
The other must be held the worthier.
Her. I do intreat your Grace to pardon me :
I know not by what pow'r I am made bold,
In such a presence here to plead my thoughts :
But I beseech your Grace, that I may know
The worst that may befall, if I refuse,
The. Either to die the death, or to abjure
For ever the society of inen;
Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires,
Whether not yielding to your father's choice,
You can endure the livery of a nun:
Thrice blessed they that master (o their blood,
But earthlier happy is the rose distillid,
Than that, which withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies, in fingle blefledness.
Her. So will I grow, fo live, so die, my Lord,
Ere I will yield my virgin heart and hand
Unito his Lordship, to whose unwilh'd yoke
My soul consents not to give sov'reignty.