THESEUS 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.) (1.1.122-127)
Theseus expedites what is effectively a scene change: come, my Hippolyta. I’m in charge here, as you see. What cheer, my love? it very readily gets a laugh in performance, especially if she’s been obviously taking Hermia’s side, even comforting her, eye-rolling. And it can sometimes sound sinister, coercive: we’re getting married, yay! how are you feeling about that? full of joyful anticipation, huh, can’t wait to get down that aisle?? But the men remain his focus; perhaps they’re hanging back, still squaring off with Lysander: Demetrius and Egeus, go along; come on, now! I must employ you in some business against our nuptial—they’re going to organise his stag night!!*—and confer with you of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Clever politicking from Theseus, suggesting that they’re in his inner circle, part of the wedding preparations, to sweeten the more bitter pill of, perhaps, being told to get a grip and find a way out of this apparent impasse over Hermia’s marriage (And also, an early modern audience might infer, to ascertain the precise nature of Demetrius’s relationship with Helena. Is there anything that might be interpreted as a pre-contract, or suggest that they’re betrothed? Because that’s another layer of potential complication.) Egeus, not impossibly through gritted teeth, and concerned about such complications, nevertheless complies: with duty and desire we follow you. (Although Demetrius might have to be dragged away, looking daggers at Lysander, thumb-biting and other threatening gestures etc.)
*no, wait a minute, that’s Merry Wives
