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 (1.4.)
True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy (1.4.)
Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night’s revels (1.4.)
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