ACT V. Scene I. Mantua. A street. Enter Romeo. Rom. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne, And all this day an unaccustom’d spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead (Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think!) And breath’d such life with kisses in my lips That I reviv’d and was an emperor. Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess’
