---- A MIDSOMMER Nights Dreame. ---- Actus primus. ---- Enter Theſeus, Hippolita, with others. Theſeus. NOw faire Hippolita, our nuptiall houre Drawes on apace: foure happy daies bring in Another Moon: but oh, me thinkes, how ſlow This old Moon wanes; She lingers my deſires Like to a Step-dame, or a Dowager, Long withering out a yong mans reuennew. Hip. Foure daies wil quickly ſteep the[m]ſelues in nights Foure nights wil quickly dreame away the time: And then the Moone, like to a ſiluer bow, Now bent in heauen, ſhal behold the night Of our ſolemnities. The. Go Philoſtrate, Stirre vp the Athenian youth to merriments, Awake the pert and nimble ſpirit of mirth, Turne melancholy forth to Funerals: The pale companion is not for our pompe, Hippolita, I woo’d thee with my ſword, And wonne thy loue, doing thee iniuries: But I will wed thee in another key, With pompe, with triumph, and with reuelling. Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia, Lyſander, and Demetrius. Ege. Happy be Theſeus, our renowned Duke.