095 Swifter than the wandering moon.
Tita.
Come, my lord; and in our flight,
Tell me how it came this night,
[098] That I sleeping here was found
[099] With these mortals on the ground. [Horns winded within. [Exeunt.
Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train.
[100] The. Go, one of you, find out the forester;
For now our observation is perform’d;
And since we have the vaward of the day,