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Midsommer nights
dreame.

As it hath beene fundry times pub-
likely acted, by the Right Honoura
ble, the Lord Chamberlaine his
Seruants.

VVritten by VVilliam Shakespeare.

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Printed by Iames Roberts, 1600.

Thefeus.

Ow faire Hippolita,our nuptiall houre Drawes on apace : foure happy daies bring in Another Moone: but oh,me-thinks, how flow This old Moone wanes: She lingers my defires Like to a Step-dam,or a Dowager,

Long withering out a young mans reuenew.

Hip.Foure daies will quickly fteepe themfelues in nights Foure daies will quickly dreame away the time:

And then the Moone,like to a filuer bow,

Now bent in heauen,shall behold the night
Of our folemnities.

The.Goe Philoftrate,

Stirre vp the Athenian youth to merriments,
Awake the peart and nimble spirit of mirth,
Turne melancholy foorth to Funerals:
The pale companion is not for our pompe.
Hippolita,I woo'd thee with my fword,
And wonne thy loue,doing thee iniuries:
But I will wed thee in another key,

With pompe, with triumph,and with reuelling.
Enter Egeus and bis daughter Hermia and Lyfander,
Helena and Demetrius.

Ege. Happy be Thefeus,our renowned Duke.

The Thanks good geus.What's the newes with thee?
Ege.Full of vexation,come I,with complaint

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