020 Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke!
The. Thanks, good Egeus: what’s the news with thee?
Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint
Against my child, my daughter Hermia.
[024] Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord,
025 This man hath my consent to marry her.
Stand forth, Lysander: and, my gracious duke,
[027] This man hath bewitch’d the bosom of my child:
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
And interchanged love-tokens with my child: