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Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
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Nurse:
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Peter!
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PETER:
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Anon!
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Nurse:
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My fan, Peter.
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MERCUTIO:
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Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
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fairer face.
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Nurse:
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God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
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MERCUTIO:
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God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.
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Nurse:
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Is it good den?
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MERCUTIO:
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'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the
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dial is now upon the prick of noon.
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Nurse:
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Out upon you! what a man are you!
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ROMEO:
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One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
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mar.
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Nurse:
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By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
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quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I
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may find the young Romeo?
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ROMEO:
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I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when
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you have found him than he was when you sought him:
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I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
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Nurse:
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You say well.
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MERCUTIO:
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Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
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wisely, wisely.
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Nurse:
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if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with
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you.
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BENVOLIO:
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She will indite him to some supper.
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MERCUTIO:
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A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!
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ROMEO:
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What hast thou found?
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MERCUTIO:
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No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,
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that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
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An old hare hoar,
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And an old hare hoar,
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Is very good meat in lent
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But a hare that is hoar
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Is too much for a score,
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When it hoars ere it be spent.
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Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll
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to dinner, thither.
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ROMEO:
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I will follow you.
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MERCUTIO:
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Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,
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'lady, lady, lady.'
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Nurse:
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Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy
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merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
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ROMEO:
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A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
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and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
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to in a month.
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Nurse:
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An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
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down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
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Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
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Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
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none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by
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too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
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