Romeo and Juliet Act II Scene IV

(Enter Benvolio and Mercutio) Why, where the devil should this Romeo be?Came he not home tonight?
Not to his father’s I spoke with his man. Ah, that same pale-hearted wench, that Rosaline, Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet,Hath sent a letter to his father’s house. A challenge, on my life.
Romeo will answer it. Any man that can write may answer a letter.
Nay, he will answer the letter’s master, how he dares, being dared. 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?
Why, what is Tybalt? More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is the courageous captain of complements. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportions; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duelist, a duelist; a gentleman of the very first house,- of the first and second cause: ah, the immortal pass ado! the punt reverse! the hay!-
The what? The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes;
Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Signior Romeo, ‘bon jour’! there’s a french salutation to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.
Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? The slip, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?
Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. That’s as much as to say, Such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams.
Meaning, to courtesy? Thou hast most kindly hit it.
A most courteous exposition. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
Pink in the flower right
Why, then is my pump well-flowered 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 natural, that runes lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
Here’s goodly gear! Good Peter, to hid her face; for her fan’s the fairer face.
God ye good morrow, gentlemen God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.
Is is good den? ’tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.
lines between the nurse and romeoYou say well Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i’faith; wisely, wisely.
If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you.She will ignite him to some supper A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So-ho!
What hast thou found? No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a Lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. 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 hoard ere it be spent-Romeo, will you come to your father’s? We’ll to dinner thither.
I will follow you. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, Lady, lady, lady.

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