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The other did not so.
O, she knew well,
Rom. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.9 Fri. Wisely, and slow; they stumble, that run fast.
Enter Benvolio and MERCUTIO.
Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.
Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
Mer. A challenge, on my life.
letter. Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared.
Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot thorough
pi, e. It is of the utmost consequence for me to be hasty.
the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft;' 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 !4
Ben. The what?
Mer. The pox 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 thus afflicted with these strange Aies, 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? O, their bons, their bons !5
Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring :-0 flesh, flesh, how art thon fishified !--Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in : Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-wench;—marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dowdy ; Cleo
2 See the story of Reynard the fox. 3 By notes pricked down. 4 Terms of the fencing school.
5 In ridicule of frenchified coxcombs.
patra, 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;7 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-soledo jest, solely singular for the singleness!
Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits fail.
6 Trowsers or pantaloons, a French fashion in Shakspeare's time. 7 A pun on counterfeit money called slips.
9 Slight, thin.
Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll
cry a match.
Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chace,' 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;a 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 drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
Ben. Stop there, stop there.
Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my 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:
! A horse race in any direction the leader chooses to take.
2 Soft stretching leather.
2 An apple.
and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
Rom. Here's goodly geer!
Enter Nurse and PETER.
Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail !
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
young 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.
4 It was the custom for servants to carry the lady's fan. 3 Good even.