The most excellent Tragedie,
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:
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.
511373She is the Fairies Midwife and doth come
512374In
shape no bigger than an Aggat
stone
512.1375On the fore
finger of a Burgoma
ster,
513376Drawne with a teeme of little Atomi,
514377A thwart mens no
ses when they lie a
sleepe.
378Her waggon
spokes are made of
spinners webs,
515379The couer, of the winges of Gra
shoppers,
516380The traces are the Moone-
shine watrie beames,
517381The collers crickets bones, the la
sh of
filmes,
518382Her waggoner is a
small gray coated
flie,
519383Not halfe
so big as is a little worme,
520384Pickt from the la
sie
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 cur
sies dreame
388O're Ladies lips, who dreame on ki
sses
strait
: 527389Which oft the angrie Mab with bli
sters plagues,
528390Becau
se their breathes with
sweetmeats tainted are
: 529391Sometimes
she gallops ore a Lawers lap,
And