Mercutio No hare, sir, unless a hare, sir, in a Lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: Lent
Romeo I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. Nurse You say well. Mercutio Yea, is the worst well? Very well took, i' faith, wisely, wisely. Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: "is the worst well?"
Mercutio art by art as well as by nature; for this drivelling love is like a great natural that runs, lolling, up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: "hide his bauble in a hole"
Mercutio for thou hast more of the wild goose in one of thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five — Was I with you there for Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: "five wits"
Romeo Why, then is my pump well flowered. Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: "Why, then is my pump well flowered"
Mercutio Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. Romeo Pink for flower? Mercutio Right. Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: "pink"
