43NOw faire Hippolita, our nuptiall hower

54Draws on apase: fower happy daies bring in

65An other Moone: but oh, me thinks, how slow

76This old Moone waues! She lingers my desires,

87Like to a Stepdame, or a dowager,

98Long withering out a yong mans reuenewe.

109Hip. Fower daies will quickly steepe themselues in night:

1110Fower nights will quickly dreame away the time:

1211And then the Moone, like to a siluer bowe,

1312Now bent in heauen, shall beholde the night

1413Of our solemnities.

1514The. Goe Philostrate,

1615Stirre vp the Athenian youth to merriments,

1716Awake the peart and nimble spirit of mirth,

1817Turne melancholy foorth to funerals:

1918The pale companion is not for our pomp.

2019Hyppolita, I woo'd thee with my sword,

2120And wonne thy loue, doing thee iniuries:

2221But I will wed thee in another key,

2322With pompe, with triumph, and with reueling.

2625Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke.

2726The. Thankes good Egeus. Whats the newes with thee?

2827Ege. Full of vexation, come I, with complaint