Rom: A Gentleman Nurse, that God hath made for
himselfe to marre.
Nur: By my troth well said: for himselfe to marre 100
quoth he? I pray you can anie of you tell where one maie
finde yong Romeo?
Rom: I can: but yong Romeo will bee elder when you
haue found him, than he was when you sought him. I am
the yongest of that name for fault of a worse. 105
Nur: Well said.
Mer: Yea, is the worst well? mas well noted, wisely,
wisely.
Nu: If you be he sir, I desire some conference with ye.
Ben: O, belike she meanes to inuite him to supper. 110
Mer: So ho. A baud, a baud, a baud.
Rom: Why what hast found man?
Mer: No hare sir, vnlesse it be a hare in a lenten pye,
that is somewhat stale and hoare ere it be eaten.