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MERCUTIO God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. Nurse Is it good den? MERCUTIO 'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the Nurse Out upon you! what a man are you! ROMEO One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to Nurse By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,' ROMEO I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when Nurse You say well. MERCUTIO Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith; Nurse if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with BENVOLIO She will indite him to some supper. MERCUTIO A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho! ROMEO What hast thou found? |
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