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.
Romeo, will you come to your father’s? We’ll to dinner thither.
Romeo
I will follow you.
Mercutio
Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady.
[Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio]
Nurse
I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his ropery?
Romeo
A gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
Nurse
And a speak anything against me, I’ll take him down, and a were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks. And if I cannot, I’ll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of his skains-mates.-And thou must stand by too and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure!