ROMEO.
I can tell you: but young Romeo will be older when you have
found him than he was when you sought him: 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.
NURSE.
If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you.
BENVOLIO.
She will indite him to some supper.
MERCUTIO.
A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho!
ROMEO.
What hast thou found?
MERCUTIO.
No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is
something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
[Sings.]
An old hare hoar,
And an old hare hoar,
Is very good meat in Lent;
But a hare that is hoar
Is too much for a score
When it hoars ere it be spent.
Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to dinner thither.
ROMEO.
I will follow you.
MERCUTIO.
Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, —
[singing] lady, lady, lady.
[Exeunt Mercutio, and Benvolio.]
