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.