and the third in your bosom; the very butcher of a
silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the
very first house, of the first and second cause. Ah,
the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hay! _Benvolio._ The what? _Mercutio._ The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting
fantasticoes, these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu, 30
a very good blade! a very tall man!'--Why, is not
this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be
thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers,
these _pardonnez-mois_, who stand so much
on the new form that they cannot sit at ease on the
old bench? O, their _bons_, their _bons!__Enter_ ROMEO _Benvolio._ Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. _Mercutio._ Without his roe, like a dried herring. O
flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Now is he for the
numbers that Petrarch flowed in; Laura to his lady 40
was but a kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better
love to be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra
a gypsy; Helen and Hero hildings and harlots;
Thisbe a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose.--Signior
Romeo, _bon jour_! there's a French salutation
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? 

_Romeo._ Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. 

_Mercutio._ That's as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. 

_Romeo._ Meaning, to curtsy. 

_Mercutio._ Thou hast most kindly hit it. 

_Romeo._ A most courteous exposition. 

_Mercutio._ Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. 

_Romeo._ Pink for flower. 

_Mercutio._ Right. 

_Romeo._ Why, then is my pump well flowered. 

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