HIPPOLYTA, queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Theseus. Other fairies attending their King and Queen. Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. SCENE-Athens, and a wood near it. 1 DRAMATIS PERSONA] first given by Rowe. A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM. ACT I. SCENE I. Athens. The palace of THESEUS. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and Attendants. The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Long withering out a young man's revenue. Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; 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 Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; Turn melancholy forth to funerals; The pale companion is not for our pomp. [Exit Philostrate. 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! To stubborn harshness: and, my gracious duke, Be it so she will not here before your Grace I beg the ancient privilege of Athens, The. What say you, Hermia? be advised, fair maid: To you your father should be as a god; 19. revelling] revelry Holt White conj. 24, 26. Stand forth, Demetrius... Stand forth, Lysander] Printed in Qq Ff as stage directions. Corrected by Rowe. 27. This man hath bewitch'd] Qq F. This hath bewitch'd F2 F3 F4bewitch'd] witch'd Theobald. 38. harshness] hardness Collier MS. One that composed your beauties; yea, and one By him imprinted and within his power But in this kind, wanting your father's voice, The other must be held the worthier. 50 55 Her. I would my father look'd but with my eyes. The. Rather your eyes must with his judgement look. Her. I do entreat your Grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold, бо In such a presence here to plead my thoughts; The. Either to die the death, or to abjure Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, 51. leave] 'leve Warburton. lave Becket conj. 69. if you yield not] not yielding Pope. 76. earthlier happy] earlier happy Pope conj. carthly happier Capell. 2 65 70 75 80 |