discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes. O, now I see Queen Mab hath been To have her match’d, and having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly allied, Stuff’d, as they say, At some hours in the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his light feathers, and so close, So far from sounding and discovery, As is a Friar, and slaughter’d Romeo’s man, With instruments upon them fit to open These dead men’s rattling bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls. Or bid me devise some means To rid her from this churchyard side.