: Last night you gave us the slip, don’t you remember? : Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great. : Really? Are you trying to make me run the wild goose chase*? Am I supposed to be the goose? : You are never with me for anything, when you are not there for the goose. : I will bite you by the ear for this joke. : No, good goose, bite not. : Your wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce. : And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? : Stop there, stop there! : (spotting the Nurse) A sail, a sail! Enter Nurse. : Good morrow, gentlemen. : Good evening, fair gentlewoman! : It is not time yet for good evening! : It is, it is! Look at the hand of the dial! : Stop it! What a man are you? : One, gentlewoman, that God has made to ruin himself. : In truth, it is well said: to ruin himself! Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo? : I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you looked for him. : You say well; I wish to speak to you. : I will follow you. : Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, (singing) ‘lady, lady, lady’. (Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio.) Mercutio Romeo Mercutio Romeo Mercutio Romeo Mercutio Romeo Benvolio Mercutio Nurse Mercutio Nurse Mercutio Nurse Mercutio Nurse Romeo Nurse Romeo Mercutio wild goose chase: a kind of race in which two horses, linked together, started galloping; the leading rider chose the course he liked and the second (the goose) was obliged to follow him. This competition fell into disuse because it was too inhumane and destructive to horses.
