Theseus, Duke of Athens No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. 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. True; and a goose for his discretion. Though as Theseus, Hippolyta, and the lovers remark, the prologue would have been normal if it had been correctly punctuated. Since there was incredible value placed on romantic love and marriage during this time, Theseus suggests that Hermia marry Demetrius.
She lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame or a dowager, 5 Long withering out a young man's revenue. Hermia is stubborn and quarrelsome, while Helena lacks self-confidence and believes that other people mock her. Bottom, overhearing, turns to Theseus and says that the Wall actually shouldn't respond, because it doesn't have any lines here. Without crazy and imaginative people, I'm sure most of the products we use now wouldn't exist. With this field-dew consecrate, Every fairy take his gait, And each several chamber bless, Through this palace, with sweet peace, And the owner of it blest Ever shall in safety rest.
She thinks up a plan: if she tells Demetrius of the elopement that Lysander and Hermia are planning, he will be bound to follow them to the woods to try to stop them; if she then follows him into the woods, she might have a chance to win back his love. Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair! Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall, And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain: Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade, 150 He bravely broach'd is boiling bloody breast; And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade, His dagger drew, and died. You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, May now perchance both quake and tremble here, When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. Give me your hands, applaud us by clapping your hands; cp. Hippolyta's response indicates not that Theseus is wrong, but that imagination can't be dismissed so easily. Helena, Hermia's friend whom Demetrius jilted, enters the room, lovesick and deeply melancholy because Demetrius no longer loves her.
Summary At his palace, Theseus, duke of Athens, and Hippolyta, his fiancée, discuss their wedding, to be held in four days, under the new moon. To sweep the dust behind the door. O night with hue so black! Theseus reads the list to the couples to choose which one sounds the most interesting. I would my father look'd but with my eyes. Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, Upon this spotted and inconstant man.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste— Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste. O night, which ever art when day is not! Act Five, Scene Two and Epilogue Puck enters with a broom and sweeps the stage. Show me your chink, to blink through with my eye. Also our aspirations to do something, or go somewhere can trigger our imagination. From Athens is her house remote seven leagues; And she respects me as her only son.
Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight From lovers' food till morrow deep midnight. I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow, By his best arrow with the golden head, 170 By the simplicity of Venus' doves, By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen, When the false Troyan under sail was seen, By all the vows that ever men have broke, In number more than ever women spoke, In that same place thou hast appointed me, To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. I love Hermia more than he does. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: if you pardon, we will mend: 420 And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; 425 So, good night unto you all. I have some work I need you to do regarding our wedding, and there's something that concerns the two of you that I want to discuss. To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end.
I agree with Theseus, that imagination is strange. No Thisbe do I see. A powerful imagination can play such tricks that, if it thinks about something wonderful, it assumes that there must be a supernatural explanation. This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn, Presenteth Moonshine; for, if you will know, 153. This is just the same as the situation in the forest, except there it was the lovers who were being laughed at by the fairies. The spleen was thought to be the seat of sudden impulsive feelings and actions. Hermia uses this string of allusions, vows, and devotion to strengthen the promise she makes to meet Lysander in the forest.
But, Demetrius, come; And come, Egeus; you shall go with me, I have some private schooling for you both. Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. I highly disagree with Mr. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, The rest I'd give to be to you translated. And Love doesn't have good judgment or taste—wings and blindness make for undue speed in falling in love. There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee. I have some private schooling for you both.