[Enter Nurse and Peter.
Nurse. Peter!
Peter. Anon.
Nurse. Take my cloak, Peter. Truly the sun’s heat hath made me all of a quiver, as they say. Marry I would e’en taste a little food before I go a step more. I’ll warrant you we are many a mile from Verona by this.
Peter. A good mile, I take it, for I was never in this place before that I wot of.
Nurse. Say’st thou so, Peter?
Peter. Marry, that do I, and will answer to ’t before any of womankind, and any of mankind too, that be less lusty than I.
Nurse. Peter!
Peter. Anon.
Nurse. Some food, Peter, and presently.