 For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself   To fit your fancies to your father’s will,   Or else the law of Athens yields you up   (Which by no means we may extenuate)   To death, or to a vow of single life. 
 As for you, beautiful Hermia, prepare yourself to shape your desires to match what your father wants, or else the law of Athens—which I can’t modify or lessen in any way—demands that you either die or take a vow of chastity and never marry.