THESEUS. 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 mans 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 bow New-bent in heaven shall behold the night Of our solemnities.
Piracy-free
Assured Quality
Secure Transactions
Delivery Options
Please enter pincode to check delivery time.
*COD & Shipping Charges may apply on certain items.