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 forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Over men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon spokes made of long spiders' legs; The cover of the wings of grasshoppers; Her traces of the smallest spider web; Her collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams; Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film; Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid. Read more about Act 1, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: "round little worm"
