Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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A MIDSOMMER Nights Dreame.
Actus primus.
[Act 1, Scene 1]
Enter Theseus, Hippolita, with others.
Theseus. Theseus.
Theseus. NOw faire Hippolita, our nuptiall houre
Theseus. Drawes on apace: foure happy daies bring in
Theseus. Another Moon: but oh, me thinkes, how slow
Theseus. This old Moon wanes; She lingers my desires
Theseus. Like to a Step‑dame, or a Dowager,
Theseus. Long withering out a yong mans reuennew.
Hip. Hip.
Hip. Foure daies wil quickly steep theēseluesthemselues in nights
Hip. Foure nights wil quickly dreame away the time:
Hip. And then the Moone, like to a siluer bow,
Hip. Now bent in heauen, shal behold the night
Hip. Of our solemnities.
The. The.
The. Go Philostrate,
The. Stirre vp the Athenian youth to merriments,