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, Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “stol’n the impression of her fantasy"
Theseus Hippolyta, I wooed thee with my sword, And won thy love doing thee injuries. Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “I wooed thee”
