"Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace. Four happy days bring in another Moon."
Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the time.
"Full of vexation come I, with complaint. Against my child, my daughter Hermia. Demetrius hath my consent to marry her."
"What say you, Hermia?"
"I do entreat your Grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold, Nor how it may concern my modesty In such a presence here to plead my thoughts; But I beseech your Grace that I may know the worst that may befall me in this case If I refuse to wed Demetrius."
"Relent, sweet Hermia, and Lysander, yield thy crazed title to my certain right."
*to theseus*"I am, my lord, as well derived as he, As well possessed. My love is more than his; My fortunes every way as fairly ranked as Demetrius."