Romeo and Juliet Page #8
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- 1968
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SCENE IV. A street.
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO
MERCUTIO:
Where the devil should this Romeo be?
Came he not home to-night?
BENVOLIO:
Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.
MERCUTIO:
Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
BENVOLIO:
Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
MERCUTIO:
A challenge, on my life.
BENVOLIO:
Romeo will answer it.
MERCUTIO:
Any man that can write may answer a letter.
BENVOLIO:
Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
dares, being dared.
MERCUTIO:
Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a
white wench's black eye; shot through 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?
BENVOLIO:
Why, what is Tybalt?
MERCUTIO:
More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, 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
hai!
BENVOLIO:
The what?
MERCUTIO:
The pox of such antic, 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 flies, these fashion-mongers, these
perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,
that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their
bones, their bones!
Enter ROMEO
BENVOLIO:
Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.
MERCUTIO:
Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,
how art thou 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; Cleopatra a gipsy;
Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe 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.
ROMEO:
Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?
MERCUTIO:
The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?
ROMEO:
Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
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 hastworn 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!
Enter Nurse and PETER
MERCUTIO:
A sail, a sail!
BENVOLIO:
Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
Nurse
Peter!
PETER:
Anon!
Nurse
My fan, Peter.
MERCUTIO:
Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
fairer face.
Nurse
God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
MERCUTIO:
God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.
Nurse
Is it good den?
MERCUTIO:
'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!
ROMEO:
One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for 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
may find the young Romeo?
ROMEO:
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 say well.
MERCUTIO:
Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
wisely, wisely.
Nurse
if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with
you.
BENVOLIO:
She will indite him to some supper.
MERCUTIO:
A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!
ROMEO:
What hast thou found?
MERCUTIO:
No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,
that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
Sings
An old hare hoar,
And an old hare hoar,
Is very good meat in lent
But a hare that is hoar
Is too much for a score,
When it hoars ere it be spent.
Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll
to dinner, thither.
ROMEO:
I will follow you.
MERCUTIO:
Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,
Singing
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