Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour draws on apace, four happy days bring in another moon: but O, methinks how slow this old moon wanes!
Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; 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.
Full of vexation come I, with complaint against my child, my daughter Hermia. Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord, this man hath my consent to marry her. Stand forth, Lysander; and, my gracious Duke, this man hath bewitched the bosom of my child
Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee?
So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, ere I will yield my virgin patent up unto his lordship whose unwished yoke my soul consents not to give sovereignty.
Either to die the death, or to abjure for ever the society of men.
... I have a widowed aunt... Her house is about twenty miles from Athens, and there, gentle Hermia, I can marry you...
My good Lysander, I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow... In that same place thou hast appointed me, tomorrow truly will I meet with thee.
... Look, here comes Helena
God speed, fair Helena! Whither away?
Call you me fair? That fair again unsay!... O teach me how you look and with what art you sway the motion of Demetrius' heart!
Take comfort: he no more shall see my face; Lysander and myself will fly this place.
Demetrius thinks not so... I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight; then to the wood will he tomorrow night pursue her; and for this intelligence, if I have thanks, it is a dear expense.