Nurse. Is it but good morrow? I had sworn ’twere long past noon, but, indeed, in this strange place, as one may say, there’s no telling so simple a circumstance as the time of day.
Romeo. Many things there be of which there’s no telling, such as the number of times a maid will say no, when her mind is to say yes; how many days the wind will sit i’ the east when one would desire fair weather; and how many years the toothless grandsire will wither out a young man’s revenue.
Nurse. That is all very wisely said, good sir. Are you that he they call the young Romeo?
Mercutio. He is rightly called Romeo, but as for his youth, if knavery be not left out of the count, why then was Methusaleh a very babe to him, a suckling babe.
Nurse. Say you so? Then will I tell my lady Juliet so much, an’ I can come by her in this heathen place.
Mercutio. Most ancient lady, yon Romeo would deceive the devil himself.
Nurse. Beshrew my heart. Then were my young mistress (who, to be sure, is no kind of a devil at all, saving your presences), led straight to a fool’s paradise. She shall know, and presently, what a piece of man he is.
Mercutio [seeing Miranda and Ferdinand.
O Romeo the young; young Romeo,
Forget thy Juliet but a space, for here