497360Rom: Nay thats not so. Mer: I meane sir in delay,

499361We burne our lights by night, like Lampes by day,

500362Take our good meaning for our iudgement sits

501363Three times a day, ere once in her right wits.

502364Rom: So we meane well by going to this maske:

503365But tis no wit to goe.

504366Mer: Why Romeo may one aske?

505367Rom: I dreamt a dreame to night.

506368Mer: And so did I. Rom: Why what was yours?

508369Mer: That dreamers often lie.

509370Rom: In bed a sleepe while they doe dreame things (true.

510371Mer: Ah then I see Queene Mab hath bin with you.

510.1372Ben: Queene Mab whats she?

511373She is the Fairies Midwife and doth come

512374In shape no bigger than an Aggat stone

512.1375On the forefinger of a Burgomaster,

513376Drawne with a teeme of little Atomi,

514377A thwart mens noses when they lie a sleepe.

378Her waggon spokes are made of spinners webs,

515379The couer, of the winges of Grashoppers,

516380The traces are the Moone-shine watrie beames,

517381The collers crickets bones, the lash of filmes,

518382Her waggoner is a small gray coated flie,

519383Not halfe so big as is a little worme,

520384Pickt from the lasie finger of a maide,

523385And in this sort she gallops vp and downe

386Through Louers braines, and then they dream of loue:

524387O're Courtiers knees: who strait on cursies dreame

388O're Ladies lips, who dreame on kisses strait:

527389Which oft the angrie Mab with blisters plagues,

528390Because their breathes with sweetmeats tainted are:

529391Sometimes she gallops ore a Lawers lap,