Benvolio. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.
Mercutio. [Without his roe], like a dried herring. O
flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Now is he for the
numbers that Petrarch flowed in; Laura to his lady
was but a kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better
love to [be-rhyme] her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra
a gypsy; Helen and Hero [hildings] and harlots;
Thisbe a [grey eye] or so, but not to the purpose.—Signior
Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation
to your French [slop]. You gave us the counterfeit