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ACT I SCENE I . Athens . A room in the Palace of Theseus Enter Theseus , Hippolyta , Philostrate and Attendants . THESEUS . Now , fair Hippolyta , our nuptial hour Draws on apace ; four happy days bring in Another moon ; but oh , methinks , how slow This old moon wanes ! She lingers my desires , Like to a step - dame or a dowager , Long withering out a young man’s revenue . HIPPOLYTA . Four days will quickly steep themselves in night ; Four nights will quickly dream away the time ; And then the moon , like to a silver bow New bent in heaven , shall behold the night Of our solemnities . THESEUS . 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 . ] 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 . EGEUS . Happy be Theseus , our renownèd Duke ! THESEUS . Thanks , good Egeus . What’s the news with thee ? EGEUS . 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 . 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 interchang’d love - tokens with my child . Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung , With feigning voice , verses of feigning love ; And stol’n the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair , rings , gauds , conceits , Knacks , trifles , nosegays , sweetmeats ( messengers Of strong prevailment in unharden’d youth ) 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 , 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 . THESEUS . What say you , Hermia ? Be advis’d , fair maid . 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 form in wax By him imprinted , and within his power To leave the figure , or disfigure it . Demetrius is a worthy gentleman . HERMIA . So is Lysander . THESEUS . In himself he is . But in this kind , wanting your father’s voice , The other must be held the worthier . HERMIA . I would my father look’d but with my eyes . THESEUS . Rather your eyes must with his judgment look . HERMIA . 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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