Ромео и Джульетта
Scene IV. A street.
Hefightsasyousingprick-song,keepstime,distance,andproportion;restsmehisminimrest,one,two,andthethirdinyourbosom:theverybutcherofasilkbutton,aduellist,aduellist;agentlemanoftheveryfirsthouse,ofthefirstandsecondcause:ah,theimmortalpassado!thepuntoreverso!thehai!
BenvolioThewhat?
MercutioThepoxofsuchantic,lisping,affectingfantasticoes;thesenewtunersofaccents!‘ByJesu,averygoodblade!averytallman!averygoodwhore!’Why,isnotthisalamentablething,grandsire,thatweshouldbethusafflictedwiththesestrangeflies,thesefashion-mongers,theseperdona-mi’s,whostandsomuchonthenewform,thattheycannotateaseontheoldbench?O,theirbones,theirbones!
EnterRomeo
BenvolioHerecomesRomeo,herecomesRomeo.
MercutioWithouthisroe,likeadriedherring:flesh,flesh,howartthoufishified!NowisheforthenumbersthatPetrarchflowedin:Lauratohisladywasbutakitchen-wench;marry,shehadabetterlovetobe-rhymeher;Didoadowdy;Cleopatraagipsy;HelenandHerohildingsandharlots;Thisbeagreyeyeorso,butnottothepurpose.SigniorRomeo,bonjour!there’saFrenchsalutationtoyourFrenchslop.Yougaveusthecounterfeitfairlylastnight.
RomeoGoodmorrowtoyouboth.