As from a Voyage

Gergely Sülye

…As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
And for her sake do I rear up her boy,
And for her sake I will not part with him.

William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, Scene 1

And how do you know that boy’s will
To be eagerly under your care is true?
Has he ever conversed with you,
Or asked for protection on his mother’s bill?
I shall see if what has been said holds up,
Because it only takes a word from me;
And the boy will be here.

It is not the boy’s wish nor mine,
His mother’s honor is what commends my
Heart and body to respect what and
Everything she left behind.

Enter the boy.

Where am I? Who is there?

Fear not, it is I the fairy king Oberon
And Titania, my one and only queen.

You have been summoned to answer;
Do you want to stay within my protection,
Or do you wish to join up with Oberon?
Don’t hesitate to talk, dear.

I don’t want to be here.

Do you find her presence unsightly?
Shall we go to a different place,
Like an empty field that’s flowery?

No, I don’t know who you are. I want to go home.

It seems you have misunderstood the question.
We want to know your opinion:
With which one of us you would be comfortable?
Under whose protection?

Please! I didn’t do anything wrong! Let me go home!

Titania, your faults know no bounds.
You have made an innocent young boy cry
With nothing at that, but words.
I don’t know what your intention is,
But he will have to go back home nigh,
And he shall stay until you have better reasons.