What do you say, Hermia? Be advised, fair maid: to you, your father should be like a god. One that composed your beauties. Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.
Lysander is too.
He is. However, you want your father´s choice, Demetrius must be held worthier.
Rather than your eyes, you must with his judgement look.
I would but my father looked with my eyes.
I do appreciate your grace to excuse 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, But I know that if I refuse, the worst that may befall me in this case,
Fair Hermia, question your desires. Whether, if you yield not to your father’s choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, f, to live a life, chanting faint hymns. Thrice-blessèd they that master so their blood to undergo such maiden pilgrimage. But earthlier happy is the rose distilled