Really, old gent, you should have it repaired.
Being on a yacht race in “The Henrietta,”
To give you a passing call, I thought I’d better.
I’m of a race that likes to see fair play:
My fair one, can I serve you any way?
Rom. Why, that’s Mercutio!
Mer. Shut up, will you, now!
I’ve only doubled, don’t you make a row.
Rom. But you were killed—
Jul. And now have come to life.