And come, Egeus; you shall go with me,
I have some private schooling for you both.
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.
Come, my Hippolyta: what cheer, my love?
Demetrius and Egeus, go along:
I must employ you in some business
Against our nuptial and confer with you
Of something nearly that concerns yourselves.
Egeus.
With duty and desire we follow you.
[Exeunt all but Lysander and Hermia.
Lysander.
How now, my love! why is your cheek so pale?
How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
Hermia.
Belike for want of rain, which I could well
Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.
Egeus.
Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth;
