Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the[594][601]
singleness![594][601]
Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.[594][602]
Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a[594][603][604]
match.[594][603] 65
Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have[594][605][606]
done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy[594][606]
wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: was I with[594]
you there for the goose?[594]
Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing when[594][607] 70
thou wast not there for the goose.[594]
Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.[594]
Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not.[594]
Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most[594][608][609]
sharp sauce.[594][608] 75
Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?[594][610]
Mer. O, here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an[594]
inch narrow to an ell broad![594]