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SCENE II.A prison. Enter Dogberry, Very Verg. Let them be in band."

ges, and Sexton, in gowns; and the Watch, Con. Off, coxcomb! with Conrade and Borachio.

Dogb. (iod's my life! where's the sexton ? let Dogb. Is our whole dissemibly appeared ?

him write downl-ihe prince's oil cer, coxcomb.Very. O, a stool and a cushion for the sexton! Come, bind them:--Thou naughty' varlet! Serion. "Chich be the malefactors ?

Con. Away' you are an ass, you are an ass. Dogb. Marry, that am I and my partner.

Dogb. Dost thou not suspeci my place? Dost Very. Nay, that's certain ; we have the exhibi- thou not suspect my years ?--O that he were lere tion to examine.

to write me down-an ass !-but, masters, remenSexton. But which are the offenders that are to be ber, that I am an ass; thouş h'it be not written examined ? let them come before master constable. down, yet forget not that I am an ass :-No, thou

Dogb. Yea, marry, let them come before me. —-villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be proved What is your nume, friend ?

upon ihee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; Bora, Borachio.

and, which is more, an officer; and, which is more, Dozb. Pray write down-Borachio.- -Yours, a householder: and, which is more, as pretty a sirrah !

piece of Nesh as any is in Messina ; and one that Con. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is knows the law, go to; and a ich fellow enough, Conrade.

go to; and a fellow that hath had losses; and ouc Dogb. Write down-master gentleman Con- that hath two gowns, and every thing handsome rade. -Masters, do you serve God ?

about him :-Bring him away. O, that I had been Con. Bora. Yea, sir, we hope.

writ down-an ass.

[Ercunt. Dogb. Write down—that they hope they serve God :-and write God first; for God defend but God should go before such villains !-Masters, it is

ACT V. proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. SCENE I.-Before Leonato's house, Enter How answer you for yourselves ?

Leonato and Antonio.
Con. Marry, sir, we say we are none.
Dogb. A marvellous witty fellow, I assure you ;

Ant. If you go on thus, you will kill yourself; but I will go about with him.-Come you hither, And ’tis not wisdom, thus to second grief sirrah; a word in your ear, sir ; I say to you, it is Against yourself. thought you are false knaves.


I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Bora. Sir, I say to you, we are none.

Which falls into mine ears as profitless Dogb. Well, stand aside.—Fore God, they are As water in a sieve: give not ine counsel; both in a tale: have you writ down-that they are Nor let no comforter delight mine car, none ?

But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. Sexton. Master constable, you go not the way to Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, examine; you must call forth the watch that are

Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, their accusers.

And bid him speak of patience; Dogb. Yea, marry, that's the estest way:-Let Measure his wo the length and breadth of mine, the watch come forth:-Masters, I charge you, in And let it answer every strain for strain ; the prince's name, accuse these men.

As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, i 'Watch. This man said, sir, that Don John, In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: the prince's brother, was a villain.

If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard ; Dogb. Write down--prince John a villain. - Cry--sorrow,wag! and hem, when he should groan, Why this is flat perjury, to call a prince's brother Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortunes drunk villain.

With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me, Bora, Master constable,

And I of him will gather patience. Dogb. Pray thee, fellow, peace; I do not like But there is no such man: For, brother, men thy look, I promise ihee.

Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief Sexton. What heard you him say else?

Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, 2 Watch. Marry, that he had received a thou- Their counsel turns to passion, which before sand ducats of Don John, for accusing the lady Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Hero wrongfully.

Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Dogb. Flat burglary, as ever was committed. Charm ache with air, and agony with words : Verg. Yea, by the mass, that it is.

No, no; 'lis all men's office to speak patience Serton. What else, fellow ?

To those that wring under the load of sorrow; 1 Wateh. And that Count Claudio did mean, But no man's virtue, nor sufliciency, upon his words, to disgrace Hero before the whole To be so moral, when he shall endure assembly, and not marry her.

The like himself: therefore give me no counsel : Googb. o villain! thou wilt be condemned into My griefs cry louder than advertisement.2 everlasting redemption for this.

Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ, Serton. What else ?

Leon. I pray thec, peace: I will be flesh and 2 Watch. This is all. Sexton. And this is more, masters, than you can For there was never yet philosopher, deny. Prince John is this morning secretly stolen That could endure the tooth-ach patiently; away; Hero was in this manner accused, in this However they have writ the style of gods, very manner refused, and upon the griet of this, And made a pish at chance and sufferance. suddenly died.-Master constable, let these men

Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself: be bound, and brought to Leonato's; I will go Make those, that do offend you, suffer too. before, and show him their examination. (E.cit.

Leon. There thou speak'st reason: nay, I will Dogb. Come, let them be opinioned.

My soul doth tell me, Hero is belied ; (1) Bond.

(2) Admonition. And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince,


do so.

And all of them, that thus dishonour her.

Leon. But, brother Antony, -

Come, 'tis no matter ;
Enter Don Pedro and Claudio.

Do not you meddle, let me deal in this. Ant. Here comes the prince, and Claudio, hastily.

D. Pedro. Gentlemen both, we will not wako D. Pedro. Good den, good den.

your patience. Cloud.

Good day to both of you. My heart is sorry for your daughter's drath ; Leon. Hear you my lords,

But, on my honour, she was charg'd with nothing D. Pedro. We have some haste, Leonato. But what was true, and very full of proof. Leon. Some haste, my lord !--well, sare you

Leon. My lord, my lord, well, my lord :

D. Pedro.

I will not hear you.

Leon, Are you so hasty now ?-well, all is one.

No? D. Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good Brother, away :-I will be heard ;old man.


And shall, Ant. If he could right himself with quarrelling, or some of us will smart for it. Some of us would lie low.

(Exeunt Leonato and Antonio. Claud. Who wrongs him ?

Enter Benedick. Leon.

Marry, Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou: D. Pedro. See, see, here comes the man we went Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,

to seek. I fear thee not.

Claud. Now, signior! what news ? Claud.

Marry, beshrew my hand, Bene. Good day, my lord. If it should give your age such cause of lear: D. Pedro. Welcome, signior: You are almost la faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword. come to part almost a fray.

Leon. Tush, tush, man, never tleer and jest at me: Claud. We had like to have had our two noses I speak nut like a dotard, nor a fool;

snapped off with two old men without teeth. As, under privilege of age, to brag

D. Pedro. Leonato and his brother : What What I have done being young, or what would do, think'st thou ? Had we fought, I doubt, we should liere I not old: Know, Claudio, to thy head, have been too young for them. Thou hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me, Bene. In a false quarrel there is no true valour, That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by;

I came to seck you both. And, with gray hairs, and bruise of many days, Claud, We have been up and down to seek thee; Do challen te thee to trial of a man.

for we are high-proof melancholy, and would rain I say, thou hast belied mine innocent child ; have it beaten away: Wilt thou use thy wit ? Thy slander hath gone through and through her Bene. It is in my scabbard ; shall I draw it ? heart,

1. Pedro. Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side ? And she lies buried with her ancestors :

Claud. Never any did so, though very many 0! in a tomb where never scandal slept,

have been beside their wit.- I will bid thee draw Save this of her's framed by thy villany.

as we do the minstrels ; draw, to pleasure us. Claud. My villany?

D. Pedro. As I am an honest man, he looks pale : Leon.

Thine, Claudio; thine I say. Art thou sick or angry ? D. Pedro. You say not right, old man

Claud. What! courage, man! What though care Leon.

My lord, my lord, killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill I'll prove it on his body, if he dare; Despite his nice fence, and his active practice, Bene. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, an His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood. you charge it against me :-I pray you, choose

Cloud. Away, I will not have to do with you. another subject. Leon. Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast kill'd Claud. Nay, then give him another staff ; this my child ;

last was broke cross. If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. D. Pedro. By this light, he changes more and

Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed : more: I think, he be angry indeed. But that's no matter; let him kill one first :- Claud. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle.' Win me and wear me,- let him answer me,

Bene. Shall I speak a word in your ear? Come, follow me, boy; come, boy, follow me :- Claud. God bless me from a challenge! Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining? fence; Bune. You are a villain ; I jest not:- I will make Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.

it good how you dare, with what you dare, and Leon. Brother,

when you dare :-Do me right, or I will protest Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd my your cowardice. You have killed a sweei lady, niece;

land her death shall fall heavy on you: Let me hear And she is dead, slanderd to death by villains ; from you. That dare as well answer a man, indeed,

Claud. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good As I dare take a serpent by the tongue :

cheer. Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!

D. Pedro. What, a feast ? a seast? Leon.

Brother Antony, Claud. I'faith, I thank him ; he hath bido me to Ant. Hold you content; What, man! I know a call's-head and a capon; the which if I do not

carve most curiously, say, my knife's naugnt.And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple : Shall I not find a woodcock too ? Scrambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring bovs, Bene. Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily. That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, D. Pedro. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy Go anticly, and shew outward hideousness, wit the other day: I said, thou hadst a fine wit; And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, True, says she, a fine little one : No, said I, a great How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, uit ; Right, says she, a great gross one : Nay, said And this is all.

I, a good wit : Jusi, said she, it hurts nobody = (1) Skill in fencing. (2) Thrusting. (3) To give a challenge.

(4) Invited.


them, yea,

your blood ?

Nay, said I, the gentleman is wise ; Certain, said kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes: shc, wise gentleman : Nuy, said I, he hath the what your wisdoms could not discover, these shaltungues; Thu 1b.lieve, sa'd 'she, for he swore a low fools have brought to lişlit; who, in the night, thing to me on Mon ay night, which he firsuore overheard me contessing to this mán, how Don on Tuesday morning; there's a double tongue; John your broiher incense da me to slau der the lady there's tw longues. Thus d.d she, ul hour loge- Hiero; how you were brought into the orchard, ther, trans-shape thy particular virtues; yet, at and si w me court Margarci in Hero's garments; last, che concluded with a sih, thou wasi ihe pic- how you disgraced her, when you should marry purust man in Italy.

her: my villuny they have upon record; which i Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and had rather seal with my death, ihan repeat over 10 said, she cared not.

my shame: the lady is dead upon niine and my D. Pedro. Yea, that she did ; but yet, for all inaster's Talse accusation ; and, briefly, I desire th t, an if she did not hate him deadly, she would nothing but the reward of á villain. love hiin dearly: the old man's dau_hter told us all. D. Pedro. Runs not this speech like iron through

Clint. All, all; and moreover, God saw him when he was hid in the garden.

Claud. I have drunk poison whiles he utter'd it. D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage

D. Pedro. But did my broi hersel thee on to this? bull's horns on the sensible Benedick's head ? Bura. Yca, and paid me richly for the practice

Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells of it. Benedick the married man.

D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of treeBene. Fare you well, boy; you know my mind; chery:I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour: And Aled he is upon this villany. you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which,

Claud. Sweet Hero! now.thy image doth appear God be thanked, hurt noi.-My lord, for your many in the sare semblance that I lov'd it first. courtesies I thank you: I must discontinue your Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs ; by this company; your brother, the bustard, is fled from time our Sexton hath reformed signior Leonato of Messina. you have, ainon, you, killed a sweet and the matter : and masters, do not forget to specify, innocent lady: for my lord Lack-beard, there, he when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass. and I shall meel; and till then, peace be wiih him. Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato,

(Exil Benedick, and the Sexton too. D. Pedro. He is in earnest. Cland. In most profound carnest; and, I'll war

Re-enter Leonato and Antonio, with the Sexton. rant yo.1, for the love of Beatrice.

Leon. Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes; D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee?

That when I note another man like him, Claud. Most sincerely.

I may avoid him: Which of these is he? D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he Bora. Ii you would know your wronger, look on goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves ofl' his wit! Enter Dogberry, Verges, and the Watch, with

Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath

hast kill'd Conrade and Borachio.

Mine innocent child ? Claud. He is then a giant to an ape: but then is Bora:

Yea, even I alone. an ape a doctor to such a man.

Leon. No, not so, villain ; ihou bely'st thysell; D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be ; pluck up, my Here stand a pair of honourable men, heart, and be sad!' Did he not say my brother was A third is fled, that had a hand in it: fled ?

I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death ; Dogb. Come, you, sir; if justice cannot tame Record it with your high and worthy deeds ; you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her ba- "Twas bravely done, if you bethink you or it

. lance; nav, an you be a cursing hypocrite once, Claud. I know not how to pray your patience, you must be looked to.

Yet I must speak: Choose your revenge yourself; D. Pedro. How now, two of my brother's men Impose' me io what penance your invention bo ind: Borachio, one!

Can lay upon my sin : yet sinn'd I not, Claud. Hearken to their offence, my lord ! But in mistaking.

D. Pedro. Otlicers, what oflence have these men D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I; done?

And yet, to satisfy this good old man, Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false re- I would bend under any heavy weight port; moreover, they have spoken untruths ; se- That he'll enjoin me to. condarily, they are slarders ; sixth and lastly, they Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified un- That were impossible ; but, I pray you both, just things : and, to conclude, they are lying knaves. Possess the people in Messina here

D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done; How innocent she died: and, if your love thirdly, I ask thee what's their offence; sixth and Can labour ought in sad invention, lastly, why they are committed ; and, to conclude, Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb, what you lay to their charge?

And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night:Claud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own divi- To-morrow morning come you to my house ; sion ; and, by my troth, there's one meaning well And since you could not be my son-in-law, suited.

Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter, D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, Almost the copy of my child that's dead, that you are thus bound to your answer? this And she alone is heir to both of us ; learned constable is too cunning to be understood: Give her the right you should have given her cousin, What's your offence ?

And so dies my revenge. Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to Claud.

0, noble sir, mine answer ; do you hear me, and let this count Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me! '1) Serious. (2) Incited.

(3) Command. (4) Acquaint.


I do embrace your offer; and dispose

Bene. And therefore will come. for henceforth of poor Claudio.

The god of love,

(Singing.) Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming;

That sits above, To-night I take my leave. This naughty man

And knows me, and knows me,
Shall face to face be brought to Margaret,

How pitiful í deserve--
Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong,
Hir'd to it by your brother.

I mean, in singing; but in loving, -Leander the
No, by my soul, she was not : Lars, and a whole book full of these quondam cara

good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of panNor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; But always hath been just and virtuous,

pet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the In any thing that I do know by her.

even road of a blank verse, why, they were never Dogb. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not un- so truly turned over and over as my poor self, in der white and black,) this plaintiff' here, the offen- love: Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; I have der, did call me ass ' I beseech you, let it be retried ; I can find out no rhyme to lady but baby, an membered in his punishment: and also, the watch innocent rhyme ; for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme; heard them talk of one Deformed: they say, he for schocl, fool, a babbling rhyme ;, very ominous wears a key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it; endings: No, I was not born under a rhyming and borrows money in God's name; the which he planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.haih used so long, and never paid, that now men

Enter Beatrice. grow hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God's Sweet Beatrice, would’st thou come when I called sake: pray you, examine him upon that point.

thee? Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honcst pains.

Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverend youth; and I praise God for you.

Bene. 0, stay but till then!

Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now:Leon, There's for thy pains.

and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, Dogb. God save the foundation !

which is, with knowing what hath passed between Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and

you and Claudio. I thank thee. Dugh. I leave an arrant knave with your wor.. kiss thee.

Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon, I will ship, which, I beseech your worship, to correct

Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind yourself, for the example of others. God keep your is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; worship; I wish your worship well; God restore therefore I will depart unkissed. you to health: I humbly give you leave to depart;

Bene, Thou hast frighted the word out of his and if a merry meeting may be wished, God prohi- right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must tell bit it.-Come, neighbour. (Ereuni Dogberry, Verges, and Watch and either I'must shortly hear from him, or I will

thee plainly, Claudio undergoes: my challenge; Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell. Subscribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now, Int. Farewell, my lords ; we look for you to tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first

fall in love with me? D. Pedro. We will not fail. Claud. To-night I'll mourn with Hero. so politic a state of evil, that they will not admit

Beat. For them all together ; which maintained (Exeunt Don Pedro and Claudio. Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk which of my good parts did you first suffer love

any good part to intermingle with them. But for with Margaret,

for me? How her acquaintance grew with this lewdi fellow.

Bene. Suffer love ; a good epithet! I do suffer

[Exeunt. love, indeed, for I love thee against my will. SCENE II.-Leonato's Garden. Enter Bene Beat. In spite of your heart, I think; alas! poor dick and Margaret, meeling.

heart! If you spite it for my sake; I will spite it Bene. Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret, de- for yours; for I will never love that which my serve well at my handi, by helping me to the speech friend hates. of Beatrice.

Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise Beal. It appears not in this confession: there's of my beauty?

not one wise man among twenty that will praise Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man himself. living shall come over it'; for, in most comely truth, Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived thou deservest it.

in the time of good neighbours: if a man do not Marg, To have no man come over me? why, erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall shall I always keep below stairs?

live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's and the widow weeps. mouth, it catches,

Beat. And how long is that, think you ?. Marg. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, Bene. Question? Why, an hour in clamour, which hit, but hurt not.

and a quarter in rheum: Therefore, it is most expeBene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not dient for the wise (if Don Worm, his conscience, hurt a woman; and so I pray thee, call Beatrice : find no impediment to the contrary,) to be the I give thee the bucklers.

trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself : So Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of much for praising myself (who, I myself' will bear

witness, is praiseworthy,) and now tell me, How Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must pu's doth your cousin ? in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous Beat. Very ill. weapons for maids.

Bene. And how do you? Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, I Beat. Very ill too. think, hath legs.

(Exit Margaret. Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there (1) Ignorant. (2) Holiday phrases.

(3) Is subject to


our own.



Theseus, duke of Athens.

Oberon, king of the fairies, Egeus, father to Hermia.

Titania, queen of the fairies. Lysander,

Puck, or Robin Good-fellow, a fairy, Demetrius, in love with Hermia,

Peas-Blossom, Philostrate, master of the revels to Theseus, Cobweb,


fairies Quince, the carpenter. Snug, the joiner.

Mustard-seed, Bottom, the weaver.

Pyramus, Flute, the bellows-mender,


Characters in the interlude, per, Snout, the tinker.


Moonshine, Staryeling, the tailor,

formed by the Clowns.

Hippolyta, queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Other faries attending their king and queen,

Allendants on Theseus and Hippolyta.
Hermia, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander.
Helena, in love with Demetrius,

Scene, Athens, and a wood not far from it.


And interchang'd love-tokens with my child :

Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung, SCENE I.-Athens. A room in the palace of With fi igning voice, verses of feigning love;

Theseus. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philos. And stol'n the impression of her fantasy trate, and attendants.

With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,

Knacks, trites, nosegays, sweet-meats; messengers, Theseus,

or strong prevailment in unharden'd youth:

With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart; Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour.

Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, Draws on apace; four happy days bring in

To stubborn harshness :-and, my gracious duke, Another moon : but, oh, methinks, how slow

Be it so she will not here before your grace This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires,

Consent to marry with Demetrius, Like to a step-dame, or a dowager.

I beg the ancient privilege of Athens; Long withering out a young man's revenue.

As she is mine, I may dispose of her: Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves in which shall be either to this gentleman, nights ;

Or to her death ; according to our law, Four pights will quickly dream away the time;

Immediately provided in that case. And then the moon, like to a silver bow

The. What say you, Hermia? be advis'd, fair maid: New bent in heaven, shall behold the night

To you your father should be as a god; Or our solemnities,

One that compos'd your beauties ; yea, and one The, Go, Philostrate,

To whom you are but as a form in wax, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;

By him imprinted, and within his power Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;

To leave the figure, or disfigure it. Turn melancholy forth to funerals,

Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.
The pale companion is not for our pomp: -

Her. So is Lysander.

In himself he is :
[Exit l'hilostrate.
Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,

But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice, And won thy love, doing thee injuries ;

The other must be held the worthier. But I will wed thee in another key,

Her. I would my father look'd but with my eyes, With pamp, with triumph,' and with revelling.

The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment

look. Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, and Demetrius. I know not by what power I am made bold;

Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me, Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke ! Nor how it may concern my modesty, The. Thanks, good Egeus : what's the news In such a presence here, to plead my thoughts : with thee?

But I beseech your grace that I may know Eğe, Full of vexation come I, with complaint The worst that may befal me in this case, Against my child, my daughter Hermia.

If I refuse to wed Demetrius. Stand forth, Demetrius; My noble lord,

The. Either to die the death, or to abjure This man hath my consent to marry her:- For ever the society of men. Stand forth, Lysander ;-and, my gracious duke, Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, This hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child : Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, (1) Shows.

(2) Baubles.

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