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SCENE I.
Enter Theseus and Hippolita with Attendants.THESEUS.
Now, fair Hippolita, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace, four happy days bring in
Another moon: but oh, methinks, how slow
This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires.
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth:
Turn melancholy forth to funerals;
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Hippolita, I woo'd thee with my sword,
But I will wed thee in another key,
With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling.
AIR.
Pierce the air with sounds of joy,
Come, Hymen, with the winged boy,
Bring song and dance and revelry.
From this our great solemnity,
Drive care and sorrow far away;
Let all be mirth and holiday!
Come, Hymen, with the winged boy,
Bring song and dance and revelry.
From this our great solemnity,
Drive care and sorrow far away;
Let all be mirth and holiday!
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