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You are a lover, borrow Cupid's wings
and soar with them
above a common bound.
Come, let us enter, and no sooner in,
but every man betake him to his legs.
And we mean well
in going to this masque.
- But 'tis no wit to go.
- Why, may one ask?
I dream'd a dream last night.
- And so did I.
- What was yours?
In bed asleep,
while they do dream things true.
O, then,
I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife,
and she comes in shape
upon the forefinger of an alderman.
Drawn with a team of little atomies
athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.
Her wagon spokes
made of long spinner's legs.
The covers, of the wings of grasshoppers.
The traces, of the smallest spider's web.
The collars,
of the moonshine's watery beams.
Her whip, of cricket's bone.
The lash, of film.
Her waggoner, a small gray-coated gnat,
not half so big as a round little worm
prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid.
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,
made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers.
And in this state
through lovers' brains,
and then they dream on love.
O'er courtiers' knees,
who dream on curtsies straight.
O'er lawyers' fingers
O'er ladies lips,
Sometimes she gallops
o'er a courtier's nose,
and then dreams he of smelling out a suit.
And sometimes come she
with a tithe-pig's tail
tickling a parson's nose as he lies asleep,
then dreams he of another benefice.
Sometimes she driveth
o'er a soldier's neck,
and then dreams he of cutting foreign
throats, of breaches, ambuscadoes,
Spanish blades,
And then anon drums in his ears,
and being thus frighted swears a prayer
or two and sleeps again.
- This is that very Mab. This is she...
- Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace.
Thou talk'st of nothing.
True, I talk of dreams,
which are the children of an idle brain,
begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
as thin of substance as the air,
and more inconstant than the wind.
This wind you talk of
blows us from ourselves.
Supper is done
and we shall come too late.
I fear, too early.
For my mind misgives some consequence
yet hanging in the stars
shall bitterly begin his fearful date
with this night's revels.
But he, that hath the steerage
of my course, direct my sail.
On, lusty gentlemen.
Strike drum.
Welcome, gentlemen.
I have seen the day
that I have worn a visor,
and could tell a whispering tale
in a fair lady's ear,
such as would please.
'Tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone.
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