Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and AttendantsTHESEUSNow, 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 dowagerLong withering out a young man revenue.HIPPOLYTAFour 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