Queen Mab 가사

PETER Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: 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! JASON 'tis no wit to go PETER Why, may one ask? JASON I dream'd a dream to-night PETER And so did I JASON Well, what was yours? PETER That dreamers often lie JASON In bed asleep, while they do dream things true PETER O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you She is the fairies' midwife Her traces of the smallest spider web Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid In this state she gallops night by night Ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream Then he dreams of another benefice Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck And then he dreams of cutting foreign throats Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again This is she, this is she JASON Peace, Mercutio, peace Thou talk'st of nothing PETER Are you okay? JASON I'll be fine... PETER God, Jason, you're flying ! GIRL Guys, come on !