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 · 499 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.
Either to dye the death, or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore fair Hermia question your desires, Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether (if you yield not to your father's choice) You can endure the livery of a Nun, For aye to be in shady Cloister mewed, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless Moon, Thrice blessed they that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage, But earthlier happy is the Rose distilled, Then that which withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. So will I grow, so live, so die my Lord, Ere I will yield my virgin Patent up Unto his Lordship, whose unwished yoke, My soul consents not to give sovereignty. Take time to pause, and by the next new Moon The sealing day betwixt my love and me, For everlasting bond of fellowship: Upon that day either prepare to dye, For disobedience to your father's will, Or else to wed Demetrius as he would, Or on Diana's Altar to protest For aye, austerity, and single life. Relent sweet Hermia, and Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. You have her father's love, Demetrius: Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. Scornful Lysander, true, he hath my Love; And what is mine, my love shall render him. And she is mine, and all my right of her, I do estate unto Demetrius. I am my Lord, as well derived as he, As well possessed: my love is more than his: My fortunes every way as fairly ranked (If not with vantage) as Demetrius: And (which is more than all these boasts can be) I am beloved of beauteous Hermia. Why should not I then prosecute my right? Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, Made love to Nedars daughter, Helena, And won her soul: and she (sweet Lady) dotes, Devoutly dotes, dotes in Idolatry, Upon this spotted and inconstant man. I must confess, that I have heard so much, And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof: But being over-full of selfe-affaires, My mind did lose it. But Demetrius come, And come Egeus, you shall go with me, I have some private schooling for you both. For you fair Hermia, look you arm yourself, To fit your fancies to your Father's will; Or else the Law of Athens yields you up (Which by no means we may extenuate) To death, or to a vow of single life. Come my Hippolita, what cheer my love? Demetrius and Egeus go along: I must employ you in some business Against our nuptial, and confer with you Of something, nearly that concerns yourselves. With duty and desire we follow you. How now my love? Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the Roses there do fade so fast? Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteeme them, from the tempest of mine eyes.
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Either to dye the death, or to abiure For euer the ſociety of men. Therefore faire Hermia queſtion your deſires, Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether (if you yeeld not to your fathers choice) You can endure the liuerie of a Nunne, For aye to be in ſhady Cloiſter mew'd, To liue a barren ſiſter all your life, Chanting faint hymnes to the cold fruitleſſe Moone, Thrice bleſſed they that maſter ſo their blood, To vndergo ſuch maiden pilgrimage, But earthlier happie is the Roſe diſtil'd, Then that which withering on the virgin thorne, Growes, liues, and dies, in ſingle bleſſedneſſe. So will I grow, ſo liue, ſo die my Lord, Ere I will yeeld my virgin Patent vp Vnto his Lordſhip, whoſe vnwiſhed yoake, My ſoule conſents not to giue ſoueraignty. Take time to pauſe, and by the next new Moon The ſealing day betwixt my loue and me, For euerlaſting bond of fellowſhip: Vpon that day either prepare to dye, For diſobedience to your fathers will, Or elſe to wed Demetrius as hee would, Or on Dianaes Altar to proteſt For aie, auſterity, and ſingle life. Relent ſweet Hermia, and Lyſander, yeelde Thy crazed title to my certaine right. You haue her fathers loue, Demetrius: Let me haue Hermiaes: do you marry him. Scornfull Lyſander, true, he hath my Loue; And what is mine, my loue ſhall render him. And ſhe is mine, and all my right of her, I do eſtate vnto Demetrius. I am my Lord, as well deriu'd as he, As well poſſeſt: my loue is more then his: My fortunes euery way as fairely ranck'd (If not with vantage) as Demetrius: And (which is more then all theſe boaſts can be) I am belou'd of beauteous Hermia. Why ſhould not I then proſecute my right? Demetrius, Ile auouch it to his head, Made loue to Nedars daughter, Helena, And won her ſoule: and ſhe (ſweet Ladie) dotes, Deuoutly dotes, dotes in Idolatry, Vpon this ſpotted and inconſtant man. I muſt confeſſe, that I haue heard ſo much, And with Demetrius thought to haue ſpoke thereof: But being ouer-full of ſelfe-affaires, My minde did loſe it. But Demetrius come, And come Egeus, you ſhall go with me, I haue ſome priuate ſchooling for you both. For you faire Hermia, looke you arme your ſelfe, To fit your fancies to your Fathers will; Or elſe the Law of Athens yeelds you vp (Which by no meanes we may extenuate) To death, or to a vow of ſingle life. Come my Hippolita▪ what cheare my loue? Demetrius and Egeus go along: I muſt imploy you in ſome buſineſſe Againſt our nuptiall, and conferre with you Of ſomething, neerely that concernes your ſelues. With dutie and deſire we follow you. How now my loue? Why is your cheek ſo pale? How chance the Roſes there do fade ſo faſt? Belike for want of raine, which I could well Beteeme them, from the tempeſt of mine eyes.