Queen Mab Research Paper
MERCUTIO
Well dude, it sounds like Queen Mab visited you last night.
BENVOLIO
Queen who?
MERCUTIO
The great Queen Mab. She assists fairies when they give birth and is no bigger than the marble stone on a councilman’s ring. Her wagon is drawn by atoms, and she rides over men’s noses as they sleep. She uses spiders' legs as the spokes of her wagon, and the harnesses are made of the tiniest spiderwebs. The cover of her wagon is made of grasshoppers' wings and the collars on the atoms are made from moonbeams. Her whip is a cricket’s bone attached to a piece of thread, and her wagon driver is a tiny gnat wearing a gray coat, barely half the size of the tiny round worms that lazy young girls hold in their hands. She uses a hazelnut shell as a chariot - it was made by a carpenter squirrel or an old grubworm; they’ve made wagons for tiny fairies as long as anyone can remember! Queen Mab rides every night through the brains of lovers on this royal wagon and makes them dream about love. When she rides over courtiers' knees, they dream about curtsying. When she rides over lawyers' fingers, they instantly dream about their fees. She rides over the lips of women, and bam! They have dreams of kisses. But, Queen Mab might put blisters on their lips …show more content…
because their breath smells like candy, which totally pisses her off. She sometimes might ride over a courtier’s lips, and he starts dreaming of making money off of another person. Sometimes she tickles a priest’s nose with a pig's tail, and he dreams of large donations from who knows where. Other times she rides over a soldier’s neck, and he dreams of slitting the throats of foreign enemies, of breaking down walls, of leading ambushes, of great battles with Spanish swords, and of huge jugs of alcohol - not the cheap kind, by the way. And then, when the drums beat in his ear, he wakes up. He’s frightened, so he whispers a few prayers and crawls back into bed. She is the same Mab who tangles the hair in a horse’s manes at night and makes the tangles hard and kind of gross, especially in the dirty hairs - which reminds me, don’t untangle them because I’ve heard it’d bring bad luck, and we already have enough of that. Where was I? Oh yeah. Mab is the ugly old hag who gives fake sex dreams to virgins and teaches them how to hold someone in their arms lovingly and bear a child. She’s the one—
ROMEO
Alright, alright, shut up now.
You sound like an idiot. We aren’t five anymore - your stories need to be more convincing if you want us to believe them.
MERCUTIO
That, my friend, is the truest thing you have said all day. I think of dreams as, like, our brains turning on a mental television because it’s bored. Usually, they’re nothing but fake and meaningless - nothing but the imagination in our brain messing with us while we sleep. If I were to compare dreams to something, it would be the wind - unpredictable, also kinda like girls. See, sometimes they blow to the north and then suddenly they get angry and blow to the south.
ROMEO
Maybe your lack of knowledge on women is the reason why you can never get one.
MERCUTIO
You’re one to talk, lover boy. You fall in love faster than I can take a dump - and before you’ve even finished falling, she already rejects you. Besides, nobody understands how the wind changes direction and temperature so quickly - just imagine if it had an actual brain and hormones.
BENVOLIO
Well, this wind you’re rambling about is slowing us down. We need to focus on our path. If we’re too late and we miss the food, the next meal is coming out of your pocket, Mercutio.
ROMEO
I’m more worried that we might get there too early. I have a feeling this party will end up putting me in a bad situation, maybe even one where I get stabbed in the heart with a butter knife or accidentally poisoned by the crappy chef. But whatever. I feel like it’s all written out in the stars anyways… Like everything in my life is just a part of a bigger plan. Sometimes we just gotta put our faith in the big man above, or whoever’s in control of our lives. Let's go to a party, lover boys.
Well dude, it sounds like Queen Mab visited you last night.
BENVOLIO
Queen who?
MERCUTIO
The great Queen Mab. She assists fairies when they give birth and is no bigger than the marble stone on a councilman’s ring. Her wagon is drawn by atoms, and she rides over men’s noses as they sleep. She uses spiders' legs as the spokes of her wagon, and the harnesses are made of the tiniest spiderwebs. The cover of her wagon is made of grasshoppers' wings and the collars on the atoms are made from moonbeams. Her whip is a cricket’s bone attached to a piece of thread, and her wagon driver is a tiny gnat wearing a gray coat, barely half the size of the tiny round worms that lazy young girls hold in their hands. She uses a hazelnut shell as a chariot - it was made by a carpenter squirrel or an old grubworm; they’ve made wagons for tiny fairies as long as anyone can remember! Queen Mab rides every night through the brains of lovers on this royal wagon and makes them dream about love. When she rides over courtiers' knees, they dream about curtsying. When she rides over lawyers' fingers, they instantly dream about their fees. She rides over the lips of women, and bam! They have dreams of kisses. But, Queen Mab might put blisters on their lips …show more content…
because their breath smells like candy, which totally pisses her off. She sometimes might ride over a courtier’s lips, and he starts dreaming of making money off of another person. Sometimes she tickles a priest’s nose with a pig's tail, and he dreams of large donations from who knows where. Other times she rides over a soldier’s neck, and he dreams of slitting the throats of foreign enemies, of breaking down walls, of leading ambushes, of great battles with Spanish swords, and of huge jugs of alcohol - not the cheap kind, by the way. And then, when the drums beat in his ear, he wakes up. He’s frightened, so he whispers a few prayers and crawls back into bed. She is the same Mab who tangles the hair in a horse’s manes at night and makes the tangles hard and kind of gross, especially in the dirty hairs - which reminds me, don’t untangle them because I’ve heard it’d bring bad luck, and we already have enough of that. Where was I? Oh yeah. Mab is the ugly old hag who gives fake sex dreams to virgins and teaches them how to hold someone in their arms lovingly and bear a child. She’s the one—
ROMEO
Alright, alright, shut up now.
You sound like an idiot. We aren’t five anymore - your stories need to be more convincing if you want us to believe them.
MERCUTIO
That, my friend, is the truest thing you have said all day. I think of dreams as, like, our brains turning on a mental television because it’s bored. Usually, they’re nothing but fake and meaningless - nothing but the imagination in our brain messing with us while we sleep. If I were to compare dreams to something, it would be the wind - unpredictable, also kinda like girls. See, sometimes they blow to the north and then suddenly they get angry and blow to the south.
ROMEO
Maybe your lack of knowledge on women is the reason why you can never get one.
MERCUTIO
You’re one to talk, lover boy. You fall in love faster than I can take a dump - and before you’ve even finished falling, she already rejects you. Besides, nobody understands how the wind changes direction and temperature so quickly - just imagine if it had an actual brain and hormones.
BENVOLIO
Well, this wind you’re rambling about is slowing us down. We need to focus on our path. If we’re too late and we miss the food, the next meal is coming out of your pocket, Mercutio.
ROMEO
I’m more worried that we might get there too early. I have a feeling this party will end up putting me in a bad situation, maybe even one where I get stabbed in the heart with a butter knife or accidentally poisoned by the crappy chef. But whatever. I feel like it’s all written out in the stars anyways… Like everything in my life is just a part of a bigger plan. Sometimes we just gotta put our faith in the big man above, or whoever’s in control of our lives. Let's go to a party, lover boys.