Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow
[004] This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires,
005 Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,
[006] Long withering out a young man’s revenue.
[007] Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves in night;
[008] Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
[010] New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.
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