Romeo and Juliet / Ромео и Джульетта

Romeo

And is it not then 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.

Enter Nurse and Peter.

Romeo

Here’s goodly gear!

A sail, a sail!

Mercutio

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 ye; 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 endite 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.