Oberon, Titania and Puck with Fairies Dancing by William Blake, c. 1786
HIPPOLYTA
Four days will quickly steep themselves in night;THESEUS
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.
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