Queen MAB!

This is my drawing of the Queen Mab scene in Romeo and Juliet, when Mercutio is talking about Queen Mab and how she comes around in dreams. Queen Mab is a mythological creature, I believe from Irish Mythology. Everybody in my class was assigned to draw what they thought the Queen mab scene would look like. Labeling was required as part of the assignment, BTW.

Here is the entire Queen Mab speech, so you can see where I got my insperation from.

MERCUTIO: O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the faries' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman
Drawn with a team of little [atomi]
Over men's noses as they lie asleep.
Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
Her traces of the smallest spider webs,
Her collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams,
Her whip of a cricket's bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small gray-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Pricked from the lazy finger of a [maid.]
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the faries' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
On courtiers' knees, that dream on cur'sies straight;
O'er lawyers' fingers, whos traight dream of fees;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plauges
Because their [breaths] with sweetmeats tainted are.
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit.
And sometimecomes she with a thithe-pig's tail,
Tickling a parson's nose as he lies asleep;
Then he dreams of another benefice.
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreighn throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five fathom deep, and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he strats and wakes
And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night.
And bakes the [elflocks] in fopul sluttish hairs,
Which one untangled much misfortune bodes.
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of a good crriage.
This is she-

ROMEO: Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace.
Thou talk'st of nothing.

YEAH QUEEN MAB!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!