Mercu.—
Pooh! forget her.
You’ll see some other girl you’ll like much better.
Romeo.—
I’ve dreamt a dream—Oh! ’twas a horrid dream!
Mercu.—
Queen Mab’s been with your worship, it would seem.
She is the very deuce, and goes to work
By aid of pickled salmon and roast pork;
Sits on the stomach of an Alderman;