Mercutio: Last night you gave us the slip, don’t you remember?
Romeo: Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great.
Mercutio: Really? Are you trying to make me run the wild goose chase*? Am I supposed to be the goose?
Romeo: You are never with me for anything, when you are not there for the goose.
Mercutio: I will bite you by the ear for this joke.
Romeo: No, good goose, bite not.
Mercutio: Your wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp
sauce.
Romeo: And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?
Benvolio: Stop there, stop there!
Mercutio: (spotting the Nurse) A sail, a sail!
Enter Nurse.
Nurse: Good morrow, gentlemen.
Mercutio: Good evening, fair gentlewoman!
Nurse: It is not time yet for good evening!
Mercutio: It is, it is! Look at the hand of the dial!
Nurse: Stop it! What a man are you?
Mercutio: One, gentlewoman, that God has made to ruin himself.
Nurse: In truth, it is well said: to ruin himself!
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 looked for him.
Nurse: You say well; I wish to speak to you.
Romeo: I will follow you.
Mercutio: Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, (singing) ‘lady, lady, lady’.
(Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio.)