THESEUS.Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hourDraws on apace; four happy days bring inAnother moon; but oh, methinks, how slowThis old moon wanes!

She lingers my desires,Like to a step-dame 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 bowNew bent in heaven, shall behold the nightOf our solemnities.THESEUS.Go, Philostrate,Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;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 woo'd 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, HERMIA, LYSANDER and DEMETRIUS.