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MERCUT IO
Nay, if our wits run the wild-goose chase I am [70] 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. [75]
MERCUT IO
I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
ROMEO
Nay, good goose, bite not.
MERCUT IO
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? [80]
MERCUT IO
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. [85]
MERCUT IO
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 bis bauble in a hole. [90]
BENVOLIO
Stop there, stop there.
MERCUT IO
