:19:24
Nay, gentle Romeo,
we must have you dance.
:19:27
Not I. Not I, believe me.
:19:28
You have dancing shoes with
nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
:19:32
You are a lover.
:19:33
Borrow Cupid's wings and soar
with them above a common bound.
:19:36
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
:19:39
Too great oppression for a tender thing.
:19:41
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,...
:19:43
..too rude, too boisterous,
and it pricks like thorn.
:19:46
If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
:19:48
Prick love for pricking,
and you beat love down.
:19:53
Every man, betake him to his legs!
:19:55
Come, we burn daylight, ho! Ho-o!
:19:58
Ho-o!
:20:00
- But 'tis no wit to go!
- Why, may one ask?
:20:03
- I dreamt a dream tonight.
- And so did I.
:20:05
- And what was yours?
- That dreamers often lie.
:20:07
In bed asleep,
while they do dream things true.
:20:10
O! Then I see
Queen Mab hath been with you.
:20:14
She is the fairies' midwife,...
:20:16
..and she comes in shape
no bigger than an agate-stone...
:20:19
..on the forefinger of an alderman,...
:20:22
..drawn with a team of little atomies...
:20:26
..over men's noses as they lie asleep.
:20:30
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,...
:20:34
..her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat.
:20:38
And in this state she gallops
night by night through lovers' brains,...
:20:43
..and then they dream of...
:20:46
..love;
:20:47
..o'er lawyers' fingers,
who straight dream on fees.
:20:50
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,...
:20:53
..and then dreams he
of cutting foreign throats;
:20:56
..and, being thus frighted, swears
a prayer or two, and sleeps again.