When Theseus speaks the first lines of the play, he compares the moon to 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 stepdame or a dowager Long withering out a young man's revenue. Question 3 options: a wicked stepmother who beats her children a stepmother who won't give him his inheritance until she dies happy days a withering plant
