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In himself he is. |
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But in this kind, wanting your father's voice, |
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The other must be held the worthier. |
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You're right, Lysander's admirable too. But
since your father doesn't want him to marry you, you have
to consider Demetrius to be the better man. |
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I would my father looked but with my eyes. |
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I wish my father could see them with my eyes. |
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Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. |
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No, you must see them as your father sees them. |
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I do entreat your grace to pardon me. |
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I know not by what power I am made bold |
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Nor how it may concern my modesty |
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In such a presence here to plead my thoughts, |
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But I beseech your grace that I may know |
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The worst that may befall me in this case, |
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If I refuse to wed Demetrius. |
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Your grace, please forgive me. I don't know what makes
me think I can say this, and I don't know if speaking my
mind to such a powerful and noble person as yourself will damage my
reputation for modesty. But please, tell me the worst thing that
could happen to me if I refuse to marry Demetrius. |
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Either to die the death or to abjure |
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Forever the society of men. |
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Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires. |
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Know of your youth. Examine well your blood— |
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Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, |
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You can endure the livery of a nun, |
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For aye to be in shady cloister mewed, |
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To live a barren sister all your life, |
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Chanting faint hymns to the cold, fruitless moon. |
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Thrice-blessèd they that master so their blood |
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To undergo such maiden pilgrimage. |
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But earthlier happy is the rose distilled |
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Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, |
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Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. |
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You'll either be executed or you'll never
see another man again. So think carefully about what you want,
beautiful Hermia. Consider how young you are, and question your
feelings. Then decide whether you could stand to be a nun, wearing a
priestess's habit and caged up in a cloister forever,
living your entire life without a husband or children, weakly
chanting hymns to the cold and virginal goddess of the moon. People
who can restrain their passions and stay virgins forever are holy.
But although a virgin priestess might be rewarded in heaven, a
married woman is happier on Earth. A married woman is like a rose
who is picked and made into a beautiful perfume, while a priestess
just withers away on the stem. |
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