_The._ 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. [_Exit Philostrate._ 15 Hippolyta, I woo’d 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. _Enter_ EGEUS, HERMIA, LYSANDER, _and_ DEMETRIUS. _Ege._ Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! 20 _The._ Thanks, good Egeus: what’s the news with thee? _Ege._ Full of vexation come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia. Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord, This man hath my consent to marry her. 25 Stand forth, Lysander: and, my gracious duke, This man hath bewitch’d 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, 30 With feigning voice, verses of feigning love; And stolen the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers Of strong prevailment in unharden’d youth: 35 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, 40 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. 45 _The._ 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 50 To leave the figure or disfigure it. Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. _Her._ So is Lysander. _The._ In himself he is; But in this kind, wanting your father’s voice, The other must be held the worthier. 55 _Her._ I would my father look’d but with my eyes. _The._ Rather your eyes must with his judgement look. _Her._ 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, 60 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.