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A Midsummer Night's Dream

Act I, Scene i

Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, [Philostrate,] with others.

Theseus

Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
Draws apace. Four happy days bring in
Another moon; but O methinks, how slow
This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires, Like a stepdame or a dowager,
Long withering out a young man's revenue.

Hippolyta

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
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.

Theseus

Go, Philostrate,
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth,
Turn melancholy forth to funerals;
The pale companion is not for our pomp.

[Exit Philostrate]

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 revelling.

Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia, and Lysander and Demetrius.