So Hippolyta and I Are Getting Married in Four Days.

Our nuptial hour draws on apace! Four happy days bring in another moon. But, Philostrate, my usual manager of mirth, lingers my desires in his arrangements for wedding entertainment. I wished for the DJ simply known as "Bard", but methinks he is in league with some rude mechanicals to bring forth a tedious brief scene of some sort. Fie on you, Philostrate!

I’ll beat thee, but I would infect my hands.