- 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! She lingers my desires,
Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,
Long withering out a young man’s revenue.
Theseus in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer’s Night’s Eve, Act I, scene 1
From yesterday’s video that got “munged” in translation. Poor rendition by me, but I’m not worried.