"Mercutio. O, then I see Queen Mab hat been with you. She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman. Drawn with a team of little atomies, Over 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 web; Her collars, of the moonshine’s wat’ry beam; Her whip, of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film; Her wagoner, a small gray-coated gnat. Not half so big as a round little worm Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazelnut…"