Further on, he says Queen Mab is the one who makes pubic hair so curly (yes, he had to go there). When she rides over courtiers' knees, they dream of curtsying when she gallops over ladies' lips, they dream of kissing and so on. People's dreams are affected by what part of their bodies she rides over. She rides in an itty bitty carriage made from an empty hazelnut and led by a team of atoms. Before he can go into the details of his dream, Mercutio interrupts and delivers a long, crazy speech about "Queen Mab," a tiny fairy who visits people at night. Romeo says that sometimes dreams come true, though he definitely doesn't seem to see that as a good thing in this case. That presses them and learns them first to bear, This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, Which once untangled much misfortune bodes. That plats the manes of horses in the nightĪnd bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, 95 Of healths five fathom deep, and then anon 90ĭrums in his ear, at which he starts and wakesĪnd, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,Īnd then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Tickling a parson’s nose as he lies asleep 85 Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,Īnd then dreams he of smelling out a suit.Īnd sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues 80īecause their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. O’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream, O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees On courtiers’ knees, that dream on cur’sies straight Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.Īnd in this state she gallops night by night 75 Not half so big as a round little worm 70 Her whip of cricket’s bone, the lash of film, Her collars of the moonshine’s wat’ry beams, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, 65 Her wagon spokes made of long spinners’ legs, In shape no bigger than an agate stone 60 She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. In bed asleep while they do dream things true. He says he had a dream, too, and it was that dreamers often "lie." The double meaning is that a) dreams are often untrue, and b) people usually have them lying down. He tells them all he had a dream before they met up. Mercutio puns on Romeo's words and tries to cheer him up, but apparently Romeo has had a premonition. Take our good meaning, for our judgment sitsįive times in that ere once in our five wits.Īnd we mean well in going to this masque, 50 We waste our lights in vain, light lights by day. Or, save your reverence, love-wherein thou If thou art dun, we’ll draw thee from the mire. Tut, dun’s the mouse, the constable’s own word. The game was ne’er so fair, and I am done. Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,įor I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase: Translation: The solution to heartache is to go out and have sex.Īt the door, Benvolio gives everyone a last pep talk: they'll knock, enter, and immediately start dancing-all of them.Ī torch for me. When Romeo says love pricks like a thorn, Mercutio says he should prick it back. Romeo says the weight of his love is too heavy for dancing, and Mercutio chastises him for being such a downer about something as tender as love. Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Too rude, too boist’rous, and it pricks like thorn. Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, 25 To soar with his light feathers, and so bound 20Īnd to sink in it should you burden love. Romeo offers to carry the torch, since he's too depressed to dance anyway, but Mercutio says no way. So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. They'll just walk in, have a dance or two, and leave. Benvolio assures him that having guests names announced when they arrive is out of style these days. Still, Romeo is worried about how they'll get in and what excuse they'll give for being there. Luckily, it's a costume party, so they can wear masks. Romeo and his posse are getting ready to crash the Capulets's party. We’ll measure them a measure and be gone. Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spokeīut let them measure us by what they will. We’ll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf,īearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath, 5 What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Maskers, Torchbearers, and a Boy with a drum. Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six other
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