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Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace. Four happy days bring in Another moon. | null | Now, beautiful Hippolyta , the hour of our wedding is speeding closer. In four joyful days there will be a new crescent moon, and we will marry. |
But oh, methinks how slow This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires, Like to a stepdame or a dowager Long withering out a young man’s revenue. | null | But oh! The old moon seems to me to shrink away so slowly! It delays me from getting what I desire, just like an old rich widow will force her stepson to wait forever to receive his inheritance. |
Four days will quickly steep themselves in night. Four nights will quickly dream away the time. | null | Four days will quickly pass and turn to night. And each night, we will dream away the time. |
And then the moon, like to a silver bow New bent in heaven, shall behold the night Of our solemnities. | null | And soon the moon—like a silver bow newly bent into a curve in the sky—will look down on the night of our wedding celebration. |
Go, Philostrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments. | null | Go, Philostrate, get the young people of Athens in the mood to celebrate. |
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth. | null | Wake up the lively and swift spirit of fun. |
Turn melancholy forth to funerals. The pale companion is not for our pomp. | null | Send sadness out to funerals—that pale emotion has no place at our festivities. |
Hippolyta, I wooed thee with my sword And won thy love doing thee injuries. | null | Hippolyta, I wooed with you by fighting against you, and won your love by injuring you. |
But I will wed thee in another key, With pomp, with triumph, and with reveling. | null | But I’ll marry you in a different way—with splendid ceremonies, public festivities, and celebration. |
Happy be Theseus, our renownèd duke. | null | Joy to you, Theseus—our famous and distinguished duke! |
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