THESEUS, Duke of Athens. Bottom, the Weaver. Hippolita, Princess of the Amazons, betroth'd to Thefeus. Hermia, Daughter to Egeus, in love with Lyfander. Helena, in love with Demetrius. Attendants. Oberon, King of the Fairies. Puck, or Robin-goodfellow, a Fairy. Peasebloffom, Pyramus, Thisbe, Characters in the Interlude performed by Wall, the Clowns. Lyon, Other Fairies attending on the King and Queen, SCENE, Athens; and a Wood not far from it. The various Readings of this Play. I. A Quarto printed for James Roberts, 1600. III. The Folio of 1632. A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREA ACT I. SCENE I. The Duke's Palace in Athens. Enter Thefeus, Hippolita, Philoftrate, with attendants. M. THESE U S. OW, fair Hippolita, our nuptial hour flow This old moon wanes: the lingers my defires, Long withering out a young man's revenue. 1 Four nights will quickly dream away the time: 1 Long WITHERING OUT a young Man's revenue. ] Long withering out is, certainly, not good Englife. I rather think Shakespear wrote, Long WINTERING ON a young man's revenue. WARBURT. That the common reading is not good English, I cannot perceive, and therefore find in myfelf no temptation to change it. Of Of our folemnities. The. Go, Philoftrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments: The pale companion is not for our pomp. [Exit Phi. And won thy love, doing thee injuries: Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lyfander, and Demetrius. Ege. Happy be Thefeus, 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, Lyfander.And, my gracious Duke, This man hath * witch'd the bofom of my child: Thou, thou, Lyfander, thou haft giv'n her rhimes, And interchang'd love tokens with my child: Thou haft by moon-light at her window fung, With feigning voice, verfes of feigning love; And itol'n th' impreffion of her fantafie, With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, Knacks, trifles, nofegays, fweet-meats, meffengers Of ftrong prevailment in unharden'd youth : With cunning haft thou filch'd my daughter's heart, Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, To stubborn harhnefs: And, my gracious Duke, Be't fo, fhe will not here before your Grace Confent to marry with Demetrius ; I beg the antient privilege of Athens, As the is mine, I may difpofe of her: 1. II. Ill. bewitch'd. Which fhall be either to this gentleman, The. What fay you, Hermia? be advis'd, fair maid. The. In himself he is; But in this kind, wanting your father's voice, Her. I would, my father look'd but with my eyes. The Rather your eyes muft with his judgment look. is faid to be imprinted by him. 'Tis from the French relever. Thus they fay, Tapifleries relevées d'or. In the fame fenfe they ufe enlever, which Maundeville makes English of in this Manner And alle the avalles withinne ben covered with gold and fylver, in fyn Plates; and in the Plates ben Stories and Batayles of Knightes ENLEVED. p. 228. Rablais, with a ftrain of buffoon humour, that equals the fober elegance of this paffage in our Poet, calls the small gentry of France, Gentilhommes de bas relief. WARBURTON. I know not why fo harsh a word fhould be admitted with fo little need, a word that, spoken, could not be understood, and of which no example can be fhown. The fenfe is plain, you owe to your father a being which he may at pleasure continue or destroy. Her. I do intrear your Grace to pardon me: The. Either to die the death, or to abjure For aye to be in fhady cloifter mew'd, Than that, which withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives and dies, in fingle bleffedness. Her. So will I grow, fo live, fo die, my lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent up 崇 Unto his lordship, to whofe unwish'd yoak My foul confents not to give Sov'reignty. The. Take time to paufe: and by the next new moon, The fealing day betwixt my love and me, 3 Thus all the copies, yet earthlier is fo harfh a word, and earthlier happy for happier earthly * I. II. Lordfeip, a mode of fpeech fo unusual, that I wonder none of the Editors have propofed earlier happy. whofe unwished yoke. Dem. |