ROMEO: I dreamt a dream tonight.MERCUTIO: And so did I.ROMEO: Well, what was yours?MERCUTIO: That dreamers often lie.ROMEO: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.MERCUTIO: Oh, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.BENVOLIO: Queen Mab, what’s she[?]MERCUTIO: 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 wagon spokes made of long spinners’ legs,The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,Her traces of the smallest spider’s web, (1.4.50–62)