Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 471 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
NOw fair Hippolita, our nuptial hour Draws on apace: four happy days bring in Another Moon: but oh, me thinks, how slow This old Moon wanes; She lingers my desires Like to a Stepdame, or a Dowager, Long withering out a young man's revennew. Four days will quickly steep themselues in nights Four nights will quickly dream away the time: And then the Moon, like to a silver bow, Now bend in heaven, shall behold the night Of our solemnities. Go Philostrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments, Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth, Turn melancholy forth to Funerals: The pale companion is not for our pomp, Hippolita, I wooed 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. Happy be Theseus, our renowned Duke. Thanks good Egeus: what's the news with thee? Full of vexation, come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia. My Noble Lord, This man hath my consent to marry her. And my gracious Duke, This man hath bewitched the bosom of my child: Thou, thou Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, And interchanged love-tokens with my child: Thou hast by Moonlight at her window sung, With feigning voice, verses of feigning love, And stolen the impression of her fantasy, With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gauds, conceits, Knacks, trifles, Nose-gaies, sweet meats (messengers Of strong prevailment in unhardened youth) With cunning hast thou filched my daughter's heart, Turned 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 may dispose of her; Which shall be either to this Gentleman, Or to her death, according to our Law, Immediately provided in that case. What say you Hermia? be advised fair Maid, To you your Father should be as a God; One that composed your beauties; yea and one 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. So is Lysander. In himself he is. But in this kind, wanting your father's voice. The other must be held the worthier. I would my father looked but with my eyes. Rather your eyes must with his judgement look. I do entreat your Grace to pardon 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 beseech your Grace, that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case, If I refuse to wed Demetrius.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
NOw faire Hippolita, our nuptiall houre Drawes on apace: foure happy daies bring in Another Moon: but oh, me thinkes, how ſlow This old Moon wanes; She lingers my deſires Like to a Step-dame, or a Dowager, Long withering out a yong mans reuennew. Foure daies wil quickly ſteep thēſelues in nights Foure nights wil quickly dreame away the time: And then the Moone, like to a ſiluer bow, Now bent in heauen, ſhal behold the night Of our ſolemnities. Go Philoſtrate, Stirre vp the Athenian youth to merriments, Awake the pert and nimble ſpirit of mirth, Turne melancholy forth to Funerals: The pale companion is not for our pompe, Hippolita, I woo'd thee with my ſword, And wonne thy loue, doing thee iniuries: But I will wed thee in another key, With pompe, with triumph, and with reuelling. Happy be Theſeus, our renowned Duke. Thanks good Egeus: what's the news with thee? Full of vexation, come I, with complaint Againſt my childe, my daughter Hermia. My Noble Lord, This man hath my conſent to marrie her. And my gracious Duke, This man hath bewitch'd the boſome of my childe: Thou, thou Lyſander, thou haſt giuen her rimes, And interchang'd loue-tokens with my childe: Thou haſt by Moone-light at her window ſung, With faining voice, verſes of faining loue, And ſtolne the impreſſion of her fantaſie, With bracelets of thy haire, rings, gawdes, conceits, Knackes, trifles, Noſe-gaies, ſweet meats (meſſengers Of ſtrong preuailment in vnhardned youth) With cunning haſt thou filch'd my daughters heart, Turn'd her obedience (which is due to me) To ſtubborne harſhneſſe. And my gracious Duke, Be it ſo ſhe will not heere before your Grace, Conſent to marrie with Demetrius, I beg the ancient priuiledge of Athens; As ſhe is mine, I may diſpoſe of her; Which ſhall be either to this Gentleman, Or to her death, according to our Law, Immediately prouided in that caſe. What ſay you Hermia? be aduis'd faire Maide, To you your Father ſhould be as a God; One that compos'd your beauties; yea and one To whom you are but as a forme in waxe By him imprinted: and within his power, To leaue the figure, or disfigure it: Demetrius is a worthy Gentleman. So is Lyſander. In himſelfe he is. But in this kinde, wanting your fathers voyce. The other muſt be held the worthier. I would my father look'd but with my eyes. Rather your eies muſt with his iudgment looke. I do entreat your Grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold, Nor how it may concerne my modeſtie In ſuch a preſence heere to pleade my thoughts: But I beſeech your Grace, that I may know The worſt that may befall me in this caſe, If I refuſe to wed Demetrius.