Romeo and Juliet (excerpts): O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you

O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.She is the Fairies' midwife, and she comesIn shape no bigger than an agate-stoneOn the forefinger of an alderman,Drawn with a team of little atomiOver men's noses as they lie asleep.Her chariot is an empty hazel-nutMade by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,Time out of mind the Fairies' coach-makers,Her wagon spokes made of long spinner's legs,The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,Her traces of the smallest spider's web,Her collars of the moonshine's watery beams,Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,Her waggoner a small, grey-coated gnat,Not half so big as a round little wormPrick'd from the lazy finger of a man.And in this state she gallops by nightThrough lovers' brains, and then they dream of love,O'er courtiers' knees that dream on curtsies straight,O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plaguesBecause their breath with sweetmeats tainted are.Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,And then dreams he of smelling out a suit.And sometimes comes she with tithe-pig's tail,Tickling a parson's nose as he lies asleep,Then he dreams of another benefice.Sometimes she drives o'er a soldier's neck,And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,Of healths five fathom deep, and then anon,Drums in his ears, at which he starts and wakes,And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or twoAnd sleeps again. This is that very MabThat pleats the manes of horses in the night,And bakes the elk-locks in foul, sluttish hairs,Which once untangled much misfortune bodes.This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,That presses them and learns them first to bear,Making them women of good carriage:This is she.