精彩内容 ACT IScene 1The palace of Theseus.Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hourDraws on apace. Four happy daysbring inAnother moon; but, O, methinks,how slowThis old moon wanes! shelingers my desires,Like to a stepdame, or adowager,Long withering out a young mansrevenue.Four days will quickly steep themselves in night,Four nights will quickly dream away the time;And then the moon, like to a silver bowNew-bent in heaven, shall behold the nightOf our solemnities.Go, Philostrate,Stir up the Athenian youth tomerriments,Awake the pert and nimblespirit of mirth,Turn melancholy forth tofunerals;The pale companion is not forour pomp.Hippolyta, I wooed thee with mysword,And won thy love, doing theeinjuries;But I will wed thee in another key,With pomp, with triumph and withreveling.Happy be Theseus, our renownèd Duke!Thanks, good Egeus. Whats the news with thee?Full of vexation come I, with complaintAgainst my child, my daughterHermia.Stand forth, Demetrius. Mynoble lord,This man hath my consent tomarry her.Stand forth, Lysander. And, mygracious DukeThis man hath bewitched thebosom of my child.Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hastgiven her rhymes,And interchanged love tokenswith my child.Thou hast by moonlight at herwindow sung,With feigning voice, verses offeigning love,And stoln the impression ofher fantasyWith bracelets of thy hair,rings, gauds, conceits,Knacks, trifles, nosegays,sweetmeats, messengersOf strong prevailment inunhardened youth.With cunning hast thou filchedmy daughters heart,Turned her obedience, which isdue to me,To stubborn harshness. And, mygracious Duke,Be it so she will not herebefore your GraceConsent to marry withDemetrius,I beg the ancient privilege ofAthens:As she is mine, I may disposeof her,Which shall be either to thisgentlemanOr to her death, according toour lawImmediately provided in thatcase.What say you, Hermia? Be advised, fair maid.To you your father should be asa god,One that composed yourbeauties; yea, and oneTo whom you are but as a form in waxBy him imprinted and within his powerTo leave the figure or disfigure it.Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.So is Lysander.In himself he is;But in this kind, wanting yourfathers voice,The other must be held theworthier.I would my father looked but with my eyes.Rather your eyes must with his judgment look.I do entreat your Grace to pardon me.I know not by what power I ammade bold,Nor how it may concern mymodesty,In such a presence here toplead my thoughts;But I beseech your Grace that Imay knowThe worst that may befall me inthis case,If I refuse to wed Demetrius.Either to die the death, or to abjureForever the society of men.Therefore, fair Hermia,question your desires;Know of your youth, examinewell your blood,Whether, if you yield not toyour fathers choice,You can endure the livery
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