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Theseus

Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires,
Know of your youth, 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.
Thrice blessed they that master so their blood,
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage;
But earthlier happy is the rose distilled
Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

Egeus

Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
And interchanged love tokens with my child.
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.
With cunning hast thou filched my daughter's heart,
Turned her obedience, which is due to me,
To stubborn harshness. And, my gracious duke,
[Enter Quince the carpenter, Snug the woodworker, Bottom the weaver, Flute the bellows-mender, Snout the pot-repairer, and Starveling the tailor]

Quince

Is everyone here?

Bottom

You should probably call everyone individually, according to your list. 

Quince

I have here a list of every man who is considered in Athens to be a good enough actor to join our play to entertain Theseus and Hippolyta on the night of their wedding. 

[Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, and Attendants] 

Theseus

Beautiful Hippolyta, our wedding day fast approaches. In four days there will be a new moon, but this moon is taking forever to wane. It’s like an aging stepmother or widow, growing old and spending her husband’s fortune before his heir can inherit it. 

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