midsummer night's dream act 3, scene 1 pdf

I will wait for you in the woods, three miles out of town, at the spot where I once met you with Helena to celebrate May Day. The play is set in Athens, and consists of several subplots that revolve around the marriage of Theseus and Hippolyta.One subplot involves a conflict between four Athenian lovers. Athens. I know not by what power I am made bold, And to that place the sharp Athenian law Cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me then, Steal forth thy father’s house tomorrow night. If then true lovers have been ever crossed. Shakespeare’s son, Hamnet, dies at age eleven. My soul refuses to let him command me into the yoke of a marriage I do not want. By him imprinted and within his power That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Dear Hermia, I could marry you there, where the harsh laws of Athens can’t follow us. THESEUS and HIPPOLYTA enter along with PHILOSTRATE and others. With pomp, with triumph, and with reveling. As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair! In an oral report to the class, explain in your own words Then let us teach our trial patience, And in the wood, a league without the town— Where I did meet thee once with Helena To do observance to a morn of May— There will I stay for thee. Hippolyta, I woo’d thee with my sword, He will not know what all but he do know: Instant PDF downloads. Perhaps the lovers are of different social classes—. Demetrius and Egeus, come with us. My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, But, Demetrius, come. And as he wanders, idolizing Hermia's eyes, likewise I admire his beauty. Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill! And in the wood, a league without the town—. A Midsummer Night's Dream Shakespeare homepage | Midsummer Night's Dream | Entire play ACT I SCENE I. Athens. And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies. A good persuasion: therefore, hear me, Hermia. But I will wed thee in another key, With pomp, with triumph, and with reveling. My mind did lose it. I must admit I’ve heard that too, and meant to speak about it with Demetrius. And Love doesn't have good judgment or taste—wings and blindness make for undue speed in falling in love. With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gauds, conceits, Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats—messengers. Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. Seem’d Athens as a paradise to me: You sway the motion of Demetrius’ heart. To fit your fancies to your father’s will; To live a barren sister all your life, You’ll either be sentenced to death or to never again interact with another man. Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Where are you going? I will go and tell him that beautiful Hermia is running away. If true lovers are always thwarted, then it proves that destiny is saying that our thwarted love must be true. Demetrius, I’ll avouch it to his head, Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: Call you me fair? Which by no means we may extenuate– I beg the ancient privilege of Athens, Demetrius is a good man. May Demetrius love you just as you love him! You, you, Lysander, you have given her poems, and exchanged tokens of love with my daughter. That's why they paint winged Cupid blind. Let me have Hermia’s: do you marry him. And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! And ere a man hath power to say ‘Behold!’ I have an aunt who is a widow, who has property and great wealth, and doesn’t have any children. My ear would be infected by your voice, my eye by your eye, and my tongue would catch your tongue's musical voice. Yet, my gracious duke, this man, Lysander, has put a spell on my daughter’s heart. Oh, I wish beauty was also. This page contains the original text of Act 1, Scene 1 of A Midsummer Night’s Dream.Shakespeare’s original A Midsummer Night’s Dream text is extremely long, so we’ve split the text into one Scene per page. [To HELENA]  In the woods where you and I used to laze around on the pale primroses, sharing all of the sweet secrets of our hearts—that’s where Lysander and I will meet. Either to die the death or to abjure too high to be enthrall’d to low. A Midsummer Night’s Dream Structured Notes, 3.2.124–365 . How now, my love? Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; Rude Lysander, it's true, I do love him. And when he felt attracted to Hermia, he dissolved. Your eyes are lodestars, and your tongue’s sweet air More tunable than lark to shepherd’s ear When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. So I, admiring of his qualities: Now, beautiful Hippolyta, the hour of our wedding is speeding closer. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,–. I have some private schooling for you both. Ere I will my virgin patent up ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~, Read all of Shakespeare’s plays translated to modern English >>. Keep word, Lysander. For aye austerity and single life. My soul consents not to give sovereignty. If then true lovers have been ever cross’d, Through Athens' gates have we devised to steal. 21). Send sadness out to funerals—that pale emotion has no place at our festivities. Of strong prevailment in unhardened youth. Relent, sweet Hermia And, Lysander, yield. Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung. Know of your youth. Things base and vile, holding no quantity. Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, This man hath bewitch’d the bosom of my child; In himself he is; Then he'll got to the forest tomorrow night to pursue her. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, What say you, Hermia? It delays me from getting what I desire, just like an old rich widow will force her stepson to wait forever to receive his inheritance. To do observance to a morn of May, Made love to Nedar’s daughter, Helena, That he hath turn’d a heaven unto a hell! As for you, beautiful Hermia, prepare yourself to shape your desires to match what your father wants, or else the law of Athens—which I can’t modify or lessen in any way—demands that you either die or take a vow of chastity and never marry. to choose love by another’s eyes. Brief as the lightning in the collied night, How now, my love! But I’ll marry you in a different way—with splendid ceremonies, public festivities, and celebration. So let’s make sure to approach our problem with patience. Come along, Hippolyta. By the simplicity of Venus’ doves, And interchanged love tokens with my child. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and Attendants. Last Updated on September 11, 2020, by eNotes Editorial. Shakespeare’s original A Midsummer Night’s Dream text is extremely long, so we’ve split the text into one Scene per page. And what do you say, Hermia? Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. Because it is a customary cross, Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. My love is more than his. EGEUS enters with his daughter HERMIA, along with LYSANDER and DEMETRIUS. Shakespeare acquires a fine home called New Place in Stratford-upon-Avon. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and Attendants THESEUS Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace; four happy days bring in This man hath bewitched the bosom of my child. Nor how it may concern my modesty, for aught that I could ever read, But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his sight thither and back again. With feigning voice verses of feigning love. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. As well possessed. And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; O that my prayers could such affection move! Ed, . Too high to be enthralled to low. Take time to pause, and by the next new moon— The sealing day betwixt my love and me For everlasting bond of fellowship— Upon that day either prepare to die For disobedience to your father’s will, Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would, Or on Diana’s altar to protest For aye austerity and single life. My eye, your eye. Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass. When the false Troyan under sail was seen. Stand forth, Lysander. O hell! But what does that matter? My ear would be infected by your voice, my eye by your eye, and my tongue would catch your tongue's musical voice. Act 4, Scene 1. Keep your promise, Lysander. In that same place thou hast appointed me, Look, here comes Helena. Upon that day either prepare to die (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal). As waggish boys in game themselves forswear. And she is mine, and all my right of her The palace of THESEUS. From Athens is her house remote seven leagues; Demetrius—and I’ll declare this to his face—wooed Nedar’s daughter, Helena, and won her love. Upon this spotted and inconstant man. And come, Egeus; you shall go with me, I have some advice for you both that I want to give in private. I must employ you in some business And she is mine, and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius. Teachers and parents! O cross! How happy some o'er other some can be! So the boy Love is perjured every where: If I refuse to wed Demetrius. I would catch yours, beautiful Hermia, before I left. Farewell, sweet playfellow: pray thou for us; How are you, my love? Farewell, sweet playfellow. And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt. Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, Joy to you, Theseus—our famous and distinguished duke! And what is mine my love shall render him. Of strong prevailment in unharden’d youth: Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace. Find related themes, quotes, symbols, characters, and more. (the time of night that always hides lovers on the run—we plan to sneak out through the gates of Athens. Goodbye, sweet friend of my youth. And my gracious duke, This man hath bewitched the bosom of my child. And by that fire which burn’d the Carthage queen, Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Thus, Love is thought of as a child, because he often makes the wrong choice. Why should not I then prosecute my right? I wish I had that fault! There will I stay for thee. What say you, Hermia? Send sadness out to funerals—that pale emotion has no place at our festivities. To seek new friends and stranger companies. Hippolyta, I wooed with you by fighting against you, and won your love by injuring you. Because in choice he is so oft beguiled. Whether, if you yield not to your father’s choice. Scornful Lysander, true, he hath my love. Oh, that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill! In number more than ever women spoke, Look, here comes Helena. Love doesn't look with eyes, but with the mind. Hippolyta, I wooed with you by fighting against you, and won your love by injuring you. If I owned the world, I’d give it all up—with the exception of Demetrius—to be transformed into you. I’ve come to you full of anger, to protest against the actions of my daughter, Hermia. The pale companion is not for our pomp. Just like mischievous boys who go back on their word as they play games, so too does the boy Love perjure himself everywhere. Scornful Lysander, true, he hath my love, And what is mine my love shall render him. Name: Date: What is the gist of lines 3.2.124–365? I love Hermia more than he does. Thanks, good Egeus: what’s the news with thee? This man hath my consent to marry her. My gracious duke, if Hermia, standing here in front of you, won’t agree to marry Demetrius, then I demand my. Wake up the lively and swift spirit of fun. SCENE 1. From lovers’ food till morrow deep midnight. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires. Why are your cheeks so pale? Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, But earthlier happy is the rose distilled Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. Against our nuptial and confer with you To death, or to a vow of single life. In such a presence here to plead my thoughts. 143-154. But what of that? I must admit I’ve heard that too, and meant to speak about it with Demetrius. Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, And thence from Athens turn away our eyes. Take comfort: he no more shall see my face; And because I love him, I will give to him what is mine. [To THESEUS] My lord, I’m as noble as Demetrius, and as rich. I don’t know what is making me bold enough to do this, or even how speaking my thoughts to such an important person as you might harm my reputation for modesty. Next. Long withering out a young man’s revenue. Being a person of high rank in love with someone of low stature. No Sweat Shakespeare, https://www.nosweatshakespeare.com/midsummer-nights-dream-play/text-act-1-scene-1/. The jaws of darkness do devour it up: Farewell, sweet playfellow. Demetrius—and I’ll declare this to his face—wooed Nedar’s daughter, Helena, and won her love. Understand every line of A Midsummer Night's Dream. But oh! All Acts and Scenes are linked to from the bottom of this page. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. I will not give up the ownership of my virginity to my lord father. You’ve sneaked and schemed to steal my daughter’s heart, transforming the obedience which she owes me into harsh stubbornness. Thus, Love is thought of as a child, because he often makes the wrong choice. I will go tell him of fair Hermia’s flight: The three witches enter to the sound of thunder. By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, And by that fire which burned the Carthage queen. Her house is about twenty miles from Athens, and she thinks of me as a son. Of great revenue, and she hath no child: But a married woman lives happier in this world than a virgin, who achieves the blessing of chastity but grows, lives, and withers to death as a flower on the stem. Four days will quickly pass and turn to night. Oh, teach me how you look at Demetrius, and the tricks you use to make him fall in love with you. Turn’d her obedience, which is due to me, Call you me “fair?” That “fair” again unsay. For disobedience to your father’s will, Or else, you can go to the temple of Diana and vow to spend the rest of your life as a virgin priestess. Upon faint primrose beds were wont to lie. By the next new moon—the day when my beloved and I will be joined in marriage. Tomorrow night when Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage in the watery glass, Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal), Through Athens' gates have we devised to steal. Demetrius thinks not so. Then to the wood will he tomorrow night Pursue her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord. For ere Demetrius looked on Hermia's eyne, He hailed down oaths that he was only mine. The other must be held the worthier. Which shall be either to this gentleman I swear to thee by Cupid’s strongest bow, By his best arrow with the golden head, By the simplicity of Venus' doves, By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, And by that fire which burned 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, Tomorrow truly will I meet with thee. Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; He'll never see my face again. Examine well your blood— Whether, if you yield not to your father’s choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, For aye to be in shady cloister mewed, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold, fruitless moon. With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, Thrice-blessèd they that master so their blood To undergo such maiden pilgrimage. Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, Before the first time I saw Lysander, Athens seemed like paradise to me. O cross! My love is more than his. For ever the society of men. But in this way I plan to make my pain worse, by seeing him go there and back again. Keep word, Lysander. Lysander and I are running away from here. There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee; Allows you to master the plot, characters, ideas and language of A Misummer Night’s Dream; Available in PDF format to ... Modern A Midsummer Night’s Dream Act 3, Scene 1 | A Midsummer Night’s Dream text Act 3, Scene 1: Modern A Midsummer Night’s Dream Act 3, Scene 2 | Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, The rest I’d give to be to you translated. And soon the moon—like a silver bow newly bent into a curve in the sky—will look down on the night of our wedding celebration. I swear to thee by Cupid’s strongest bow. Would that fault were mine! Why should not I then prosecute my right? But in this kind, wanting your father’s voice, Give in, sweet Hermia. The old moon seems to me to shrink away so slowly! And you’ve stolen her fancy by giving her locks of your hair, rings, toys, trinkets, knickknacks, little presents, flowers, and candies—all of which will powerfully influence an innocent child. And if he thanks me for this piece of information, it will all be worth it. Oh, I wish beauty was also. But either it was different in blood—, Oh dear! Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And interchanged love-tokens with my child: But in this way I plan to make my pain worse, by seeing him go there and back again. As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, So the boy Love is perjured everywhere. Goodbye, sweet friend of my youth. My good Lysander! Or to her death, according to our law I swear to you—by Cupid's strongest bow, by his best gold-tipped arrow; by the innocent doves that drive Venus' chariot; by everything that binds souls together and makes love grow; by the bonfire upon which Queen Dido of Carthage burned herself to death when she saw that her lover Aeneas had secretly sailed away from her; and by all the promises that men have ever broken (which outnumber all the promises women have ever made). Being too old to marry someone young. Then he'll got to the forest tomorrow night to pursue her. Now Helena, that sweet lady, obsesses, deeply obsesses, obsesses over this stained and unfaithful man, idolizing him as if he were a god. Or—even if two people loved each other and could choose to marry—war, death, or sickness might intervene, so that their love lasts no longer than a sound, is as fleeting as a shadow, short as a dream. Whether, if you yield not to your father’s choice, But oh! Refine any search. What say you, Hermia? This list of Shakespeare plays brings together all 38 plays in alphabetical order. He hail’d down oaths that he was only mine; And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt. Examine well your blood—. Steal forth thy father’s house to-morrow night; Take some time to consider. 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. His promises melted down like hail in the heat. By the next new moon—the day when my beloved and I will be joined in marriage—be ready either to die for disobeying your father's desires, to marry Demetrius, as your father wishes. How is dialogue in the play used to compel the action of the story? Her silver visage in the watery glass, Why is your cheek so pale?How chance the roses there do fade so fast? So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Against my child, my daughter Hermia. She lingers my desires, Like to a stepdame or a dowager Long withering out a young man’s revenue. He no more shall see my face. For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself To fit your fancies to your father’s will, Or else the law of Athens yields you up (Which by no means we may extenuate) To death, or to a vow of single life. Stand forth, Lysander. Demetrius and Egeus, go along. Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Helena, we’ll let you in on our plan. Love can transform crude and horrible things of no worth into beautiful and dignified things. Since all true love must be thwarted, then being thwarted is as much a part of love as dreams, sighs, wishes, and tears are. And as he errs, doting on Hermia’s eyes, The more I hate him, the more he follows me. And each night, we will dream away the time. My eye, your eye. Take this advice, pretty girl: you should see your father as a god, since he’s the one who created your beauty. But now, Demetrius and Egeus, come with me. With cunning hast thou filch’d my daughter’s heart, Go, Philostrate, get the young people of Athens in the mood to celebrate. You have her father’s love, Demetrius.Let me have Hermia’s. Detailed explanations, analysis, and citation info for every important quote on LitCharts. Oh, what a hell, to have someone else's wishes determine who you can love! I beg your Grace to forgive me. Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, I do entreat your grace to pardon me. Four days will quickly pass and turn to night. How is it that the roses in them have faded so quickly? In four joyful days there will be a new crescent moon, and we will marry. Read Enid Welsford’s essay from The Court Masque, pp. The original text plus a side-by-side modern translation of. The rest I’d give to be to you translated. Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. With pomp, with triumph and with revelling. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; But I beg you to explain to me the worst thing that could happen to me in this situation if I refuse to marry Demetrius. Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue’s sweet air Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent up Unto his lordship, whose unwishèd yoke My soul consents not to give sovereignty. My fortunes every way as fairly rank’d, Goodbye, Helena. Her house is about twenty miles from Athens, and she thinks of me as a son. But Lysander is so beautiful and graceful that, by comparison, he’s turned what I thought was heaven into hell! I must confess that I have heard so much And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof, But being overfull of self-affairs, My mind did lose it. What cheer, my love? Go, Philostrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments. For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself But Lysander is so beautiful and graceful that, by comparison, he’s turned what I thought was heaven into hell! Things base and vile, folding no quantity, Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, You shall go with me. Just like mischievous boys who go back on their word as they play games, so too does the boy Love perjure himself everywhere. Then we’ll turn away from Athens and  look for new friends and the company of strangers. You can endure the livery of a nun, But in this kind, wanting your father’s voice. Oh, lucky beauty! We follow you because it is our duty, and because we want to. Before the time I did Lysander see Seemed Athens as a paradise to me. Four days will quickly steep themselves in night. I will not give up the ownership of my virginity to my lord father. To have his sight thither and back again. Throughout Athens, people think I'm as beautiful as Hermia. Struggling with distance learning? Wishes and tears, poor fancy’s followers. Love doesn't look with eyes, but with the mind. [To HELENA] And in the wood where often you and I Upon faint primrose beds were wont to lie, Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, There my Lysander and myself shall meet. I have an aunt who is a widow, who has property and great wealth, and doesn’t have any children. My ear should catch your voice. Throughout Athens, people think I'm as beautiful as Hermia. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold. Keep promise, love. true, he hath my love, Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night; That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and Earth, And ere a man hath power to say “Behold!” The jaws of darkness do devour it up. A time that lovers’ flights doth still conceal, Yes he is. There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee. Those who can control their passions and remain virgins their whole lives are three times as blessed. My fortunes every way as fairly ranked, (If not with vantage) as Demetrius'. Step forward, Lysander. So let’s make sure to approach our problem with patience. But, Demetrius, come; Because before Demetrius saw Helena's eyes, he swore that he belonged to only me. We must starve our sight. Hermia is  mine, and I’m giving my rights to her to Demetrius. He will not know what all but he do know. Full of vexation come I, with complaint The rest I’d give to be to you translated. A Midsummer Night's Dream is a comedy written by William Shakespeare c. 1595 or 1596. We must refrain from the pleasure of seeing each other until tomorrow at midnight. Dear Hermia, I could marry you there, where the harsh laws of Athens can’t follow us. I would catch yours, beautiful Hermia, before I left. Demetrius and Egeus, go along: Don’t worry. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind. I must employ you in some business Against our nuptial and confer with you Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Where I did meet thee once with Helena, Belike for want of rain, which I could well Demetrius is a good man. To have his sight thither and back again. Go, Philostrate, get the young people of Athens in the mood to celebrate. My tongue should catch your tongue’s sweet melody. If thou lovest me then, Know of your youth, examine well your blood,

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