Queen Mab - Cast Recording

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!

But 'tis no wit to go

Why, may one ask?

I dream’d a dream to-night

And so did I

Well, what was yours?

That dreamers often lie

In bed asleep, while they do dream things true

O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you

She is the fairies' midwife

Her traces of the smallest spider’s web

Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid;

And in this state she gallops night by night

O’er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream

Then he dreams, of another benefice:

Sometime 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

Peace, Mercutio, peace!

Thou talk’st of nothing

Are you okay?

I’ll be fine

God, Jason, you’re flying