SCENE I. Athens. The palace of THESEUS
Enter THESEUS， HIPPOLYTA， PHILOSTRATE， and ATTENDANTS
THESEUS. Now， fair Hippolyta， our nuptial hour Draws on apace； four happy days bring in Another moon； but， O， methinks， how slow This 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 bow New-bent in heaven， shall behold the night Of 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， and his daughter HERMIA， LYSANDER， and DEMETRIUS
