Midsummer Nights Dream

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Theseus Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace, four happy days bring in Another moon: but 0, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires, Like to a stepzdame, or a dowager, Long withering out a young man's revenue.