_Nurse._ Peter! 

_Peter._ Anon! 

_Nurse._ My fan, Peter. 

_Mercutio._ Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer of the two. 

_Nurse._ God ye good morrow, gentlemen. 

_Mercutio._ God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. 

_Nurse._ Is it good den? 

_Mercutio._ 'Tis no less, I tell you, for the hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. 

_Nurse._ Out upon you! what a man are you? 

_Romeo._ One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to mar. 

_Nurse._ By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,' quoth a'?--Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo? 

_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, in faith; wisely, wisely. 

_Nurse._ If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you. 

_Benvolio._ She will endite him to some supper. 

_Mercutio._ 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.--Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to dinner thither. 

_Romeo._ I will follow you. 

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