ACT II.
4. Scene IV. A Street.
(continued)
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 anything 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, 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; not 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, a sail!
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