True. I talk of dreams - which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but...

Romeo:
I dreamed a dream last night. Mercutio:
And so did I. Romeo:
Well, what was your's? Mercutio:
That dreamers often lie. Romeo:
In bed asleep, while they do dream things true. Mercutio:
O, then, I see Queen Mab has been with you. She is the fairies' midwife and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone on the fore-finger of an alderman and drawn with a team of little atomies athwart men's noses as they lie asleep. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut. And in this state she gallops night by night through lovers' brains and then they dream of love. O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight. O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees. O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream. Romeo:
Peace, peace, Mercutio! Enough. You talk of nothing. Mercutio:
True. I talk of dreams - which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy, which is as thin of substance as the air and more inconstant than the wind