Egeus: Happy be Theseus, our renowned Duke! Theseus: Thanks, good Egeus. What's the news with thee? Egeus: Full of vexation come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia.
Stand forth, Demetrius. My nobe lord, This man hath my consent to marry her. Stand forth, Lysander. And, my gracious Duke, This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child, With cunning hast thouhast given her rhymes, With cunning hast thou
filch'd my daughter's heart, Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, To stubborn harshness. And, my gracious Duke, Be it so she will not here before your grace Consent to marry with Demetrius, I beg the ancient privilege of Athens: As she is mine, I
I may dispose of her; Which shall be either to this gentleman Or to her death, according to our law Immediately provided in that case. Theseus: What say you, Hermia? Be advis'd, fair maid. To you your father should be as a god;
To whom you are but as a form in wax, By him imprinted, and within his power, To leave the figure, or disfigure it. Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. Hermia: So is Lysander. Theseus:
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