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Excerpt from The Works of Shakespeare, Vol. 3 Tax. What fay you, Hermia? Be advis'd, fair maid To you your father fhould be as a god; One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one To whom you are but as a form in wax, By him imprinted, and within his power To'leave the figure, or diffigure it. Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. Her. So is Ljfander. The. In himfelf he is But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice, The other mull be held the worthier. Her. I would, my father look'd but with my eyes. The. Rather your eyes mull with his judgment look. Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold; Nor how it may concern my modefiy, In foch a presence here, to plead my thoughts But I befeech your grace, that may know The worlt that may befal me in this cafe, If I refuse to wed Demetrius. Tue. Either to die the death, or to abjure For ever the fociety of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, quefiion 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 ihady cloilter mew'd, To live a barren fifter all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitlefs moon. Thrice bleii'ed they, that mafier fo their blood, To undergo fuch maiden pilgrimage: But earthly happier is the rose dil'till'd. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.