Ben. Heere comes Romeo.
Mer: Without his Roe, like a dryed Hering. O flesh flesh 35
how art thou fishified. Sirra now is he for the numbers that
Petrarch flowdin: Laura to his Lady was but a kitchin
drudg, yet she had a better loue to berime her: Dido a dowdy
Cleopatra a Gypsie, Hero and Hellen hildings and harletries:
Thisbie a gray eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior 40
Romeo bon iour, there is a French curtesie to your French
slop: yee gaue vs the counterfeit fairely yesternight.
Rom: What counterfeit I pray you?
Me: The slip the slip, can you not conceiue?
Rom: I cry you mercy my busines was great, and in such 45
a case as mine, a man may straine curtesie.
Mer: Oh thats as much to say as such a case as yours wil
constraine a man to bow in the hams.
Rom: A most curteous exposition.
Me: Why I am the very pinke of curtesie. 50
Rom: Pinke for flower?
Mer: Right.