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ROMEO AND JULIET. 57 Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen, Mercutio. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. Nurse. Is it good den ? Mercutio. 'Tis no less, I tell yon, for the hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. Nurse. Out upon you ! what a man are you ! Romeo. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for hiiiiself to mar. Nurse. By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,' quoth a' ? — 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 sought him. I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. Nurse. You say well. Mercutio. Yea, is the worst well ? very well took, i' faith ; wisely, wisely. Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you. Benvolio. She will indite him to some supper. Mercutio. So ho ! Romeo. "What hast thou found ? Mercutio. No hare, sir ; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. — Romeo, will you come to your father's ? we'll to dinner, thither. Romeo. I will follow you.