HIPPOLYTA, and PHILOSTRATE, with
Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace. Four happy days bring in
Another moon. But oh, methinks how slow
This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires,
5Like to a stepdame or a dowager
Long withering out a young man’s revenue.
Four days will quickly steep themselves in night.
Four nights will quickly dream away the time.
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
10New bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments.
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth.
Turn melancholy forth to funerals.
15The pale companion is not for our pomp.
Hippolyta, I wooed thee with my sword
And won thy love doing thee injuries.
But I will wed thee in another key,
With pomp, with triumph, and with reveling.
Enter EGEUS and his daughter
HERMIA, and LYSANDER and
20Happy be Theseus, our renownèd duke.