Mer: Ah that same pale hard hearted wench, that Rosaline,
Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
Mer: Tybalt the Kinsman of olde Capolet 5
Hath sent a Letter to his Fathers House:
Some Challenge on my life.
Ben: Romeo will answere it.
Mer: I, anie man that can write may answere a letter.
Ben: Nay, he will answere the letters master if hee bee challenged.10
Mer: Who, Romeo? why he is alreadie dead: stabd
with a white wenches blacke eye, shot thorough the eare
with a loue song, the verie pinne of his heart cleft with the
blinde bow-boyes but-shaft. And is he a man to encounter
Tybalt? 15
Ben: Why what is Tybalt?
Mer: More than the prince of cattes I can tell you. Oh
he is the couragious captaine of complements. Catso, he
fightes as you sing pricke-song, keepes time dystance and
proportion, rests me his minum rest one two and the thirde 20
in your bosome, the very butcher of a silken button, a Duellist
a Duellist, a gentleman of the very first house of the first
and second cause, ah the immortall Passado, the Punto reuerso,
the Hay.
Ben: The what? 25
Me: The Poxe of such limping antique affecting fantasticoes
these new tuners of accents. By Iesu a very good
blade, a very tall man, a very good whoore. Why graundsir
is not this a miserable case that we should be stil afflicted
with these strange flies: these fashionmongers, these pardonmees, 30
that stand so much on the new forme, that they
cannot sitte at ease on the old bench. Oh their bones, theyr
bones.