Tickle the senseless [rushes] with their heels,
For [I am proverb'd] with a grandsire phrase:
I'll be a candle-holder and look on.
[The game] was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
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Mercutio. Tut, [dun's the mouse], the constable's own word;
[If thou art Dun], we'll draw thee from the mire
Of this [sir-reverence] love, wherein thou stick'st
Up to the ears.—Come, we [burn daylight], ho!
Romeo. Nay, that's not so.