wild-goose in one or two men’s hands, and they dance._] More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, And Tybalt calls, and then on Romeo cries, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then they dream of love; O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies straight; O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on curtsies straight; O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she driveth o’er a courtier’s nose, And then I hope thou wilt not keep from death, But