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ROMEO AND JULIET. 29 If thou art Dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears. — Come, we burn daylight, ho ! Romeo. Nay, that's not so. Mercutio. I mean, sir, in delay We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wits. Borneo. And we mean well in going to this mask ; But 'tis no wit to go. Mercutio. Why, may one ask ? Borneo. I dreamt a dream to-night. Mercutio. ^nd so did I. Romeo. Well, what was yours ? Mercutio. That dreamers often lie. Rovieo. In bed asleep, while they do dream things true. Mercutio. O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep ; Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers. The traces of the smallest spider's web. The collars of the moonshine's watery beams.