Theseus: FINALLY, it’s time for bed! (5.1.353-360) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare

THESEUS The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Lovers, to bed; ’tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn, As much as we this night have overwatched. This palpable gross play hath well beguiled The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to bed. A fortnight hold we this solemnity, In nightly revels and new jollity. (Exeunt). (5.1.353-360) Theseus demonstrates that, for all…