Lysander: Demetrius is a two-timing SNAKE! Theseus yes I had heard (1.1.106-114) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare

LYSANDER     Demetrius, I’ll avouch it to his head, Made love to Nedar’s daughter Helena And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry Upon this spotted and inconstant man. THESEUS        I must confess that I have heard so much, And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; But being over-full of self-affairs, My mind did lose it.   (1.1.106-114) […]

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Lysander: I’m as good as Demetrius! if not BETTER! (1.1.99-105) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare

LYSANDER     I am, my lord, as well derived as he, As well possessed; my love is more than his, My fortunes every way as fairly ranked (If not with vantage) as Demetrius’; And (which is more than all these boasts can be) I am belov’d of beauteous Hermia. Why should not I then prosecute my right?           (1.1.99-105) Lysander seems more worried about being […]

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Demetrius: she’s mine! Lysander: she’s mine! Egeus: she’s MINE, I get to choose (1.1.91-98) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare

DEMETRIUS   Relent, sweet Hermia; and Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER     You have her father’s love, Demetrius. Let me have Hermia’s: do you marry him. EGEUS Scornful Lysander, true, he hath my love, And what is mine, my love shall render him; And she is mine, and all my right of her I do estate […]

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Theseus: ok time out, but, the clock is ticking, Hermia (1.1.83-90) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare

THESEUS        Take time to pause, and by the next new moon, The sealing day betwixt my love and me For everlasting bond of fellowship, Upon that day either prepare to die For disobedience to your father’s will, Or else to wed Demetrius as he would, Or on Diana’s altar to protest, For aye, austerity and single life.     (1.1.83-90) Theseus can be magnanimous, and […]

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Theseus: celibacy is v hard; Hermia: still not marrying Demetrius tho (1.1.74-82) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare

THESEUS        Thrice blessed they that master so their blood To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; But earthlier happy is the rose distilled Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. HERMIA         So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent up Unto his lordship whose unwished yoke My soul consents not to give sovereignty.  (1.1.74-82) Theseus is perhaps supercilious, […]

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Theseus to Hermia: no boys for you EVER again (1.1.65-73) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare

THESEUS        Either to die the death, or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question 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 shady cloister mewed To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns […]

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Theseus: sorry, love, what matters is your father’s choice (1.1.46-55) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare

THESEUS        What say you, Hermia? Be advised, fair maid. To you your father should be as a god, One that composed 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 disfigure it. Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. HERMIA         So is Lysander. THESEUS                                In himself […]

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