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| Benvolio |
Two, two; a shirt and a smock. |
| Mercutio |
Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the |
| Nurse |
God ye good morrow, gentlemen. |
| Mercutio |
God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. |
| Mercutio |
'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the |
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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,' |
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quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I |
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may find the young Romeo? |
| Romeo |
I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when |
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you have found him than he was when you sought him: |
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I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. |
| Mercutio |
Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith; |
| 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, |
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that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. |
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Is very good meat in lent |
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When it hoars ere it be spent. |
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Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll |
| Mercutio |
Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, |
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Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO |
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