A Midsummer Night's Dream

From the book:THESEUS. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hourDraws on apace; four happy days bring inAnother moon; but, O, methinks, how slowThis 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 bowNew-bent in heaven, shall behold the nightOf our solemnities.