the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops night by night Through lovers’ brains, and then starts 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 Tybalt fled. But by and by. Good night. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.