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.

Tis strange, my Theseus, what these lovers speak of.

But all the story of the night told over, and all their minds transfigured so tighter, more witnesseth than fancy's images and grows to something of great constancy, but, howsoever, strange and admirable.