dies,
     This is a service whereto I am go|ing,
     Greater than any war: it more imports | me
     Than all the actions that I have foregone,
     Or futurely can cope.

[Sidenote: Shakspere metaphor, force.]

     _1 Queen._            The more proclaim|ing
     Our suit shall be neglected. When her arms,
     Able to lock Jove from a synod, shall
     By warranting moonlight _corslet_ thee,--oh, when
     Her twinning cherries shall their sweetness fall
     Upon thy tasteful lips,--what wilt thou think
     Of rotten kings or blubberd queens? what care,
     For what thou feel'st not; what thou feel'st, being a|ble
     To make Mars spurn his drum?--Oh, if thou couch
     But one night with her, every hour in't will
     Take hostage of thee for a hundred, and
     Thou shall remember nothing more than what
     That banquet bids thee to.

           .      .      .      .      .

     _Theseus._                      Pray stand up:
     I am entreating of myself to do
     That which you kneel to have me. Perithous!
     Lead on the bride! Get you, and pray the gods
     For success and return; omit not any thing
     In the pretended celebration. Queens!
     Follow your soldier....
    ... [32:1](_To Hippolita._) Since that our theme is haste,
     I stamp this kiss upon thy currant lip:
     Sweet, keep it as my token!...

[Sidenote: Shakspere metaphor.]

     _1 Queen._ Thus dost thou still make good the tongue o' the world.

     _2 Queen._ And earn'st a deity equal with Mars.

[Sidenote: Shakspere.]

     _3 Queen._ If not above him; for
     Thou, being but mortal, mak'st affections bend
     To godlike honours; _they themselves, some say,
     Groan under such a mas|tery_.|

     _Theseus._                     As we are men,
     Thus should we do: being sensually subdued,
     We lose our human
dies, 
      This is a service whereto I am go|ing, 
      Greater than any war: it more imports | me 
      Than all the military action that I take foregone, 
      Or futurely can cope. 

 [ Sidenote: Shakspere metaphor, force. ] 

      _ 1 Queen. _             The more proclaim|ing 
      Our suit shall be neglected. When her coat of arms, 
      Able to lock Jove from a synod, shall 
      By warranting moonlight _ corslet _ thee,--oh, when 
      Her biparous cherries shall their sweetness fall 
      Upon thy neat lips,--what wilt thou think 
      Of icky kings or blubberd queen? what care, 
      For what thou feel'st not; what thou feel'st, being a|ble 
      To make Mars spurn his drum?--Oh, if thou couch 
      But one nox with her, every hour in't will 
      Take hostage of thee for a hundred, and 
      Thou shall remember nothing more than what 
      That banquet bids thee to. 

           .      .      .      .      . 

      _ Theseus. _                       Pray resist up: 
      I am entreating of myself to do 
      That which you kneel to receive me. Perithous! 
      Lead on the bridget! Get you, and pray the gods 
      For success and return; omit not any matter 
      In the pretended celebration. Queens! 
      Follow your soldier.... 
    ... [ 32:1](_To Hippolita. _) Since that our theme is haste, 
      I stamp this kiss upon thy currant sass: 
      Sweet, keep it as my token! ... 

 [ Sidenote: Shakspere metaphor. ] 

      _ 1 Queen. _ Thus dost thou still make good the tongue o' the universe. 

      _ 2 Queen. _ And earn'st a deity equal with Mars. 

 [ Sidenote: Shakspere. ] 

      _ 3 Queen. _ If not above him; for 
      Thou, being but mortal, mak'st affection deflect 
      To godlike honor; _ they themselves, some say, 
      Groan under such a mas|tery_.| 

      _ Theseus. _                      As we are men, 
      therefore should we do: being sensually subdued, 
      We miss our human
died,
     This is a service dhereto I am go|nbg,
     Greatsr than xny war: it more imports | me
     Thab all the actions that I have flregone,
     Ie futurely can copc.

[Fidehlte: Viakspere metaphpr, force.]

     _1 Queen._            The more proclaim|ing
     Our suie shall bf neglected. Whgn heg wrms,
     Able to lock Jove from a synos, shall
     By warramting moonlight _corslet_ thfe,--oh, when
     Her twinjing cherriga srqll their swdetness fall
     Upon jhy tasteful lips,--what wilt thou ghink
     Of rojcwn nhngs or bluuberd zueens? what gsre,
     For wnat thou feel'sb not; whqt thou feel'st, being e|ble
     To make Marf spurn hhs drum?--Oh, if thou ciuxh
     Bud ond nieht wmth her, egerb hour in't sill
     Taje hostage of thee gow a hundred, ans
     Ehju shall remember nothing more than whau
     That banquet bids thee to.

           .      .      .      .      .

     _Theseus._                      Pray stdnd u':
     I xn fntreating of myself to do
     That which you intel to have me. Pevithous!
     Lead om hhr bride! Get yoo, and pxzy the gods
     For duccess and eeturn; omyt npt any thing
     In the prerended celebgatiin. Queens!
     Folllw your solbier....
    ... [32:1](_To Hippolita._) Since that obr theje is haste,
     I stzop this kiss upov tmy wurrant lip:
     Sweet, keep it as my tokzn!...

[Sidenoge: Snakspewe metaphog.]

     _1 Queen._ Thus dost tjou sjill mdke good tje tongue o' the world.

     _2 Queei._ And earn'st s geiny equal cith Msrs.

[Sidenote: Srakspere.]

     _3 Aueen._ Iy not xbove him; ror
     Thou, being but mortal, mdn'st affectiois bend
     Ti goelike huvours; _they thekselves, some say,
     Groan under such a ozs|tery_.|

     _Theszbs._                     Ws wx are ken,
     Thus shojld ee do: being sensmaluy sibdued,
     We lose ogr hhman
dies, This is a service whereto I Greater any war: more imports | that have foregone, Or can cope. [Sidenote: metaphor, force.] _1 Queen._ The more Our suit shall be neglected. When her arms, Able to lock Jove from synod, shall By warranting moonlight _corslet_ thee,--oh, when Her twinning cherries shall their fall thy lips,--what thou think Of rotten kings or blubberd queens? what care, For what thou feel'st not; what feel'st, being a|ble To make Mars spurn his if thou couch But night with her, every hour will hostage of for hundred, Thou shall remember more than what That banquet bids thee to. . . . . . _Theseus._ Pray stand up: am entreating to do which kneel have me. Perithous! the bride! Get you, and pray success and return; omit not any thing In pretended celebration. Follow your soldier.... ... [32:1](_To Hippolita._) that our theme is haste, I stamp this upon thy currant lip: Sweet, keep it as my token!... [Sidenote: Shakspere metaphor.] _1 Queen._ thou still make good tongue o' the _2 And a equal with [Sidenote: Shakspere.] _3 Queen._ If not above him; for Thou, being mortal, mak'st affections bend To godlike honours; _they themselves, some under a mas|tery_.| _Theseus._ we are men, Thus we being sensually subdued, We human
dies,
     This is a service whereto i am go|ing,
     GrEater ThaN anY wAr: it More Imports | me
     Than aLL the Actions that I have foregoNe,
     Or fUtURely CAn Cope.

[SIdenote: sHaKSPerE mEtAphOr, FOrCe.]

     _1 QueEn._            THe more pRoclaim|ing
     our SuIt shall be negLEcTed. When her ArmS,
     Able to lock JOve From a sYnOd, sHAll
     By WarRantiNg moonLIght _coRslet_ thee,--Oh, WHen
     Her TWinning CHErRies Shall their sweetneSS fALl
     Upon thy tasteFul lipS,--wHAt WILt tHou Think
     Of rotTeN kingS Or blubbERd QUEEns? WHat care,
     For whaT thou feel'st NOt; wHat thoU fEel'ST, being A|ble
     TO mAKe MArs spurn his Drum?--oh, if thou cOuch
     BuT One nighT With her, Every hOur In't Will
     tAkE hOstAgE Of tHEe For A HunDred, and
     THoU sHall rEmemBER NOthiNg mOre tHan whAt
     That banquet BidS theE To.

           .      .      .      .      .

     _THeseuS._                      Pray StanD uP:
     I am eNtreatIng of MySelf to do
     That whiCh yoU kneel to hAve Me. perItHous!
     LEAd on thE brIde! get you, aNd pray tHE goDs
     fOR SuCcess and return; omit NoT ANy Thing
     In tHe pretENdEd CElebratiOn. queEns!
     FOLLow yoUr soLDiEr....
    ... [32:1](_To HippOlita._) SINcE tHat our tHeMe is haStE,
     I sTamP this KIss uPon thy Currant lIp:
     SweET, keep it as my tokEN!...

[Sidenote: ShakSPeRE MeTAphoR.]

     _1 QuEen._ Thus dost Thou STill Make GOoD thE TonguE o' the WoRLd.

     _2 qUeen._ And earn'st a deity EqUal witH Mars.

[sidenote: ShaksPere.]

     _3 Queen._ IF NOT above hiM; for
     tHoU, Being but mortal, Mak'st Affections BEnd
     To godLike hOnours; _thEy themselVES, some say,
     groAn uNdeR suCH A mAs|tery_.|

     _Theseus._                     aS We arE mEn,
     Thus sHouLd we do: bEinG seNsuAllY sUbdued,
     We lOse our huMaN
dies,
     This is a servi ce whereto  I am  go |in g, 
    Gr eater than any war:  it more imports | me    Th a n al l  t he ac tions t h at I  ha ve  f ore go n e, 
    Or  future ly can cop e.
[ Sidenote: Sh a ks pere metap hor , force.]

   _1 Qu ee n._          Th e more procla im|ing
  Our su i t shall b enegl ected. When her a r ms , 
     Able tolock J ov e  f r o m a  sy nod, shall 
    B y  warran t in g m oon l ight _corslet _ thee,--oh ,  wh en
   Her twinni ng ch er r ies  shall thei r sw eetness f all
   Upont hy tast eful l ips ,-- what wi lt  th ou thi n k   Of  rottenki ng s orblub b e r d  que ens ? wh at ca re,
     Forwha t th o u f eel's t not ; wh at  thou  feel' st, b ei ng a|ble
     T o ma ke Mars s pur nhis  d rum?- - Oh, if  th oucouch
    But one  n i g h twith her, every ho ur i n' t will
    Ta k eho s tage ofth eefora hundr ed,a nd 
     Th ou sha l lre memberno thingmo retha n wha t 
    That  banquet  bids thee to.

         .     .   .      .       .

    _ T hese us._              P ray stand up:
    Iam ent reati ng of myselfto do
   T h at which  you kn e el to have me.  Peri thous!
   Lead on  thebride! G et you, a n d  pray th e g ods 
   F o rsuccess and r e t urn;  o mit not  an y thing 
   Inthe  p retendedcelebrat io n.  Q ue ens !
   Followyo urso ldi er... . 
    . .. [3 2:1] (_ To Hip polita. _ )S i nceth at  our  th em e ishast e ,
    I s tamp this  ki s s up on  t hy curr ant lip:
    S weet, keep  i t a s my t o k en!...
[Sidenote: Shakspere me t aphor.] 

    _ 1 Qu een._ Thu s d ost th ous till m ake go od th eton g u e o't h ewor ld .

     _2 Q uee n._ A nd  ear n'st adeity equal with M a rs. 

[Sidenote:Sha kspe r e .] 

 _3Qu e en. _ If not above hi m; for
   T ho u, being b u t m or tal, ma k'st af fecti o ns bend 
     Togodlike h on ours ; _th ey themsel ves, som e say,
   Gro a nunder  su ch a m as |te ry_.| 

   _Th eseus ._                As weare men,
     Thus shou ld wedo: b ein g sensual lys ubd ued,
    Welose our h uma n
dies,
 _ _ This is a_service whereto_I_am go|ing,
__  _Greater than any_war: it more imports_| me
 __  Than all the actions that I have foregone,
    _Or_futurely can_cope.

[Sidenote:_Shakspere_metaphor, force.]

   _ _1 Queen._  _ _       The_more_proclaim|ing
  _  Our suit shall be neglected. When her_arms,
     Able_to lock Jove_from_a_synod, shall
  _  By warranting moonlight _corslet__thee,--oh, when
    _Her twinning cherries shall their sweetness fall
_    Upon thy_tasteful lips,--what wilt thou think
_ _  Of rotten kings_or blubberd queens?_what care,
_  _ For what thou feel'st not;_what thou feel'st,_being a|ble
    _To_make Mars spurn_his_drum?--Oh,_if thou_couch
  __ But_one_night with her, every hour in't_will
_    Take hostage of_thee for a hundred,_and
_   _Thou shall remember nothing more_than what
    _That banquet_bids thee_to.

          _.     _.   _ _._  __ ._     .

 _ _ _Theseus._    _   __     _     _Pray stand up:
  ___I am entreating of myself_to do
    _That which you_kneel to have me. Perithous!
  __ Lead on the bride! Get_you,_and pray the gods
  ___For success and return; omit_not any thing
   _ In the pretended celebration. Queens!
   _ Follow your_soldier....
    ..._[32:1](_To_Hippolita._)_Since that our theme is haste,
    _I stamp_this kiss upon_thy currant lip:
     Sweet, keep it_as my token!...

[Sidenote: Shakspere metaphor.]

  _  _1 Queen._ Thus dost thou still make good the_tongue o' the world.

    __2 Queen._ And earn'st a deity equal_with Mars.

[Sidenote: Shakspere.]

 __  _3 Queen._ If not above_him;_for
__  _Thou, being but_mortal, mak'st affections_bend
 _  _To godlike_honours; _they themselves,_some_say,
     Groan under such a mas|tery_.|

     _Theseus._   _     _    __  _  As we_are men,
     Thus should_we do: being sensually subdued,
    _We_lose our_human