Right.
Romeo
Why, then is my pump well flowered.
Mercutio
Sure wit, follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing, solely singular.
Romeo
O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness!
Mercutio
Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.
Romeo
Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I’ll cry a match.
Mercutio
Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I am 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; 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