Romeo and Juliet

Mercutio

to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly
last night.

Romeo

Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?

Mercutio

The slip, sir, the slip — can you not conceive?

Mercutio

The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting phantasims,
these new tuners of accent! 'By Jesu, a very good blade,
a very tall man, a very good whore.' Why, is not this a

Mercutio

in your bosom. The very butcher of a silk button, a duelist,
a duelist, a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second
cause. Ah, the immortal passado! The punto reverso! The hay!

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