Now, my Hippoulta, our hour draws near. Four happy days until our wedding. But, this will be very slow. My patience is withering
Four days will quickly steep into the night. At night, we will dream away! The time will pass quickly!
Go Philostrate, stir up some youth for fun. Awaken the ladies and spirits.
Hippolyta, I would attract you with my sword. But I will need another triumph.
May our renowned duke, Theseus be happy.
Thanks, Egues. What’s the news with you?
I come with a complaint against my child, my daughter Hermia. My noble lord, this man, Demetrius has my consent to marry her. But this man, Lysander interchanged love tokens with my child. My gracious duke, make it so she will listen to me to marry Demetrius as she is mine, I may dispose of her.