Full of vexation come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia
What's the news with thee?
I would my father looked but with my eyes
Rather your eyes must with his judgment look.
The worst that may befall me in this case, If I refuse to wed Demetrius.
Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men.
Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right.
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 beloved of beauteous Hermia: Why should not I then prosecute my right? Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes,
My good Lysander! I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow, By his best arrow with the golden head, By the simplicity of Venus' doves,
Athenian law Cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me then, Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; And in the wood, a league without the town,
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.