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MERCUTIO:
That's as much as to say, such a case as yours
constrains a man to bow in the hams.
ROMEO:
Meaning, to court'sy.
MERCUTIO:
Thou hast most kindly hit it.
ROMEO:
A most courteous exposition.
MERCUTIO:
Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
ROMEO:
Pink for flower.
MERCUTIO:
Right.
ROMEO:
Why, then is my pump well flowered.
MERCUTIO:
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 sole singular.
ROMEO:
O single-soled jest, solely singular for the
singleness.
MERCUTIO:
Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.
ROMEO:
Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.
MERCUTIO:
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?
ROMEO:
Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast
not there for the goose.
MERCUTIO:
I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
ROMEO:
Nay, good goose, bite not.
MERCUTIO:
Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most
sharp sauce.
ROMEO:
And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?
MERCUTIO:
O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an
inch narrow to an ell broad!
ROMEO:
I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added
to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
MERCUTIO:
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.
BENVOLIO:
Stop there, stop there.
MERCUTIO:
Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
BENVOLIO:
Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
MERCUTIO:
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.
ROMEO:
Here's goodly gear!
MERCUTIO:
A sail, a sail!
BENVOLIO: