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Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
Mer. A challenge, on my life.
Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead ! stabb’d with a white wench’s' black eye; shot thorough the ear, with a love-song; the very pin. of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's buttshaft; And is he a man to encounter Tybalt?
Ben. Why, what is Tybalt ?
Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. 0, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom : the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist;. a gentleman of the very first house, -of the first and second cause: Ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hay!
*Ben. The what?
of such antick, lisping, affecting fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents ! —By Jesu, a very good blade ! --a very tall man!—a very good whore!-Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thụs afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardonnez-moy's, who stand so much on the new
form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? 0, their bons, their bons!
Enter Romeo. Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.
Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring :O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !--Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flow'd in: Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-wench;— marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra,
Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings and harlots; Thisbé, a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. ---Signior Romeo, bon jour! there's a French, salutation to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.
Rom. Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? ..
Mer. The slip, sir, the slip; Can you not conceive?
Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great ; and, in such a case as mine, a man may strain courtesy
Mer. That's as much as to say—such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams.
Rom. Meaning—to court'sy.
Mer. Well said: Follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, after the wearing, solely singular.
Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness!
Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits fail.
Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll
cry a match.
Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits, 'than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: Was I with you there for the goose?
Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, when thou wast not there for the goose.
Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?
Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad!
Rom. I stretch it out for that word - broad : which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this driveling loye is like a great
natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
Ben. Stop there, stop there.
tale against the hair.
Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale large.
Mer. O, thou art deceived; I would have made , it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale: and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer : Rom. Here's goodly geer!
Enter Nurse and Peter.
Mer. Pr’ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer of the two.
Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.
Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you? Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made
himself to mar.
Nurse. By my troth it is well said ;- For himself to mar, quoth’a?--Gentlemen, can any of you
tell me where I
Romeo? · Rom. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be
older when you have found him, than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for 'fault of a worse. Nurse. You
well. Mer. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i'faith; wisely, wisely.
Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you.
Ben. She will indite him to some supper.
Mer. No hare, sir; unless, a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
An old hare hoar,
And an old hare hoar,
But a hare that is hoar,
Is too much for a scoré,
Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to dinner thither.
Rom. I will follow you.
lady. [Exeynt Mercutio and Benvolio. Nurse. Marry, farewel !-I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear