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Romeo. Pardon good Mercutio, my businesse was great, and in such a case as mine, a man may straine curtesie.
Mer. That as much as to say, such a case as yours con-
Romeo. Meaning to cursie.
Mer. Sure wit, follow me this ieast, now till thou hart worne out thy pump, that when the single sole of it is worne, the ieast may remaine after the wearing, soly fingular.
Ro. O single solde ieast, soly singular for the singlenesse,
Mer. Nay, if our wits run the wild goose chase, I am done : for thou hast more of the wild goose in one of thy wits, then I am sure I haue in my whole fiue. Was I with you there for the goose?
Ro. Thou wast neuer with mee for any thing, when thou wart not there for the goose.
Mer. I will bite thee by the care for that ieast.
Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweting, it is a most sharp fawce.
Ro. And is it not well seru'd in to a sweet goose?
Mer. Oh here's a wit of cheuerell, that stretches from an ynch narrow, to an ell broad.
Ro. I stretch it out for that word, broad, which added to the goose, proues thee farre and wide, a broad goose.
Mer. Why is not this better now, then groning for loue, now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo : now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature, for this driueling loue is like a great naturali, that runs lolling vp and downe to hide his bable in a hole.
Ben. Stop there, stop there.
Mer. O thou art deceiu'd, I would haue made it short, for I was come to the whole depth of my tale, and meant indeed to occupie the argument no longer.
Enter Nurse and her man.
Mer. Two, two, a shirt and a smocke.
Mer. Good Peter to hide her face, for her fans the fairer face.
Nurs. God ye good morrow gentlemen.
Mer. Tis no lesse I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the dyall is now vpon the pricke of noone.
Nur. Out vpon you, what a man are you?
Nur. By my troth it is well said, for himselfe ro mar quath a : gētlemē cā any of you tel me wher I may find the yong Romeo ?
Rs. I can tell you, but young Romeo will be older when you haue found him, then he was when you fought him: I am the youngert of that game, for fault of a worse.
Nur. You say well.
Mer. No hare fir, vnleite a hare fir in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoare ere it be spent.
An old hare hoare, and an old hare hoare is very good meat in lent.
But a hare that is hore + is too much for a score, when it
Ro. I wiil follow you.
Exeunt. Nur. I pray you sir, what sawcie merchant was this that was so full of his roperie?
Romeo. A gentleman nurse, that loues to heare himselfe talke, and will speake more in a minute, then he will Ntand to in a moneth.
Nur. And a speake any thing against me, Ile take him down, and a were lustier then he is, and twentie such lacks : and if I carnot, Ile finde those that shall: scuruie knaue, I am none of his Aurt gils, I am none of his skaines mates, and thou must stand by too and suffer euery knaue to vse mee at his pleasure.
Pet. I saw no man vse you at his pleasure : if I had, my weapon should quickly haue been out, I warrant you, I dare draw assoone as another man, if I see occafion in a good quar rell, and the law on my side.
Nur. Now afore God, I am so vext, that euery part about me quiuers, skuruy knaue : pray you sir a word : and as I
told you, my young lady bid me enquire you out, what she bid me say, I will keepe to my felfe: but first let me tell ye, if ye should leade her in a fooles paradise, as they say it were a very grosse kind of behaviour as they say : for the gentlewoman is yong: and therefore, if you should deale double with her, truely it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weake dealing.
Rom. Nurse commend me to thy lady and mistrisse, 1 protest
Nur. Good heart, and yfaith I will tell her as much : lord, lord she will bee a joyfuti woman.
Re. What wilt thou tell her nurse? thou doelt not marke me?
Nur. I will tell her fir, that you doe protest, which as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. Rom. Bid her devise some meanes to come to shrift this af
Nur. No truly fir not a penny.
Rom. And stay good nurle behind the abbey wall,
fir. Ro. What faist thou my deare nurse?
Nurse. Is your man secret, did you nere here say, two may keepe counsell putting one away.
Ro. Warrant thee my mans as true as steele.
Nur. Well fir, my mistresse is the sweetest lady, Lord, Lord, when twas a little prating thing Othere is a noble man in towne one Paris, that would faine lay knife : boord: but the good soule had as leeue see a tode, a very tode as see him : I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man, but Ile warant you, when I say so, shee lookes as pale as any clout in the versall world, doth not rosemarie and Romeo begin both with a letter.
Ro. I nurse, what of that ? Both with an R.
Nur. A mocker that the dogs name. R. is for the no, I know it begins with some other letter, and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to heare it.
Rom. Commend me to thy lady.
lu. The clocke strooke nine when I did fend the nurse,