![]() ![]() You, you, Lysander, you have given her poems, and exchanged tokens of love with my daughter. Yet, my gracious duke, this man, Lysander, has put a spell on my daughter’s heart. My noble lord Theseus, this man, Demetrius, has my blessing to marry her. ![]() I’ve come to you full of anger, to protest against the actions of my daughter, Hermia. ![]() 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. 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. With cunning hast thou filched my daughter’s heart, Turned her obedience (which is due to me) To stubborn harshness. 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 unhardened youth. Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, And interchanged love tokens with my child. And my gracious duke, This man hath bewitched the bosom of my child. My noble lord, This man hath my consent to marry her. Full of vexation come I with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia. ![]()
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