A Midsummer Night's Dream

By: Shakespeare, William

THESEUS.Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hourDraws on apace; four happy days bring inAnother moon; but oh, methinks, how slowThis old moon wanes She lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame or a dowager, Long withering out a young man's revenue.HIPPOLYTA.Four 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.THESEUS.Go, Philostrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;Turn melancholy forth to funerals;The pale companion is not for our pomp. Exit PHILOSTRATE.]Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, And won thy love doing thee injuries;But I will wed thee in another key, With pomp, with triumph, and with revel

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: B08RRCRVMR
• ISBN13: 9798588265898
• Release Date: January 1
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 78 Pages
• Weight: 0.33 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.2" x 7.0" x 10.0"
• Age Range: 3 to 7 years
• Grade Range: Preschool to Grade 2