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56 BOMEO AND JULIET. Romeo. Thou wast never with me for anything when thou wast not there for the goose. Mercutio. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Romeo. Nay, good goose, bite not. Mercutio. Thy wit is ^ very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce. Romeo. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose ? Ilerctitio. 0, 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. Mercutio. 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, — Benvolio. Stop there, stop there. Romeo. Here's goodly gear ! Enter Nurse and Peter. Mercutio. A sail, a sail ! Benvolio. Two, two ; a shirt and a smock. Nurse. Peter ! Peter. Anon ! Nurse. My fan, Peter. Mercutio. Good Peter, to hide her face ; for her fan's the fairer of the two.