Romeo. Well, what was yours?
Mercutio.That dreamers often lie.
Romeo. In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
Mercutio. O, then, I see [Queen Mab] hath been with you.
She is [the fairies' midwife], and she comes
In shape [no bigger] than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little [atomies]
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
Her waggon-spokes made of long [spinners'] legs,