Queen Mab Lyrics > Bare: A Pop Opera

PETER [spoken]
Tut! Dun's the mouse, the constable's own word, if thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire of this sir-reverence love, where in thou stick'st up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!

JASON [spoken] (weakly)
Tis no wit to go

PETER [spoken]
Um... Why? may one ask.

JASON
I dreamt a dream tonight

PETER
And so did I

JASON
Well, what was yours?

PETER
That dreamers often lie

JASON
In bed asleep, while they do dream things true

PETER
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you
She is the fairies' midwife
Her traces of the smallest spider web
Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid
In this state she gallops night by night
Ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream
Then he dreams of another benefice
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck
And then he dreams of cutting foreign throats
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again
This is she, this is she

JASON [spoken] (weakly)
Peace, Mercutio, peace... thou talk'st of nothing

PETER [spoken]
Are you okay?

JASON [spoken]
I'll be fine.

PETER [spoken]
God, Jason, you're flying.

KYRA [whispered]
Guys come on!
Last Update: February, 09th 2018