_Mer_: Nay if thy wits runne the wildgoose chase, I haue 60 done: for I am sure thou hast more of the goose in one of thy wits, than I haue in all my fiue: Was I with you there for the goose? _Rom_: Thou wert neuer with me for any thing, when thou wert not with me for the goose. 65 _Me_: Ile bite thee by the eare for that iest. _Rom_: Nay good goose bite not. _Mer_: Why thy wit is a bitter sweeting, a most sharp sauce _Rom_: And was it not well seru'd in to a sweet goose? _Mer_: Oh heere is a witte of Cheuerell that stretcheth 70 from an ynch narrow to an ell broad. _Rom_: I stretcht it out for the word broad, which added to the goose, proues thee faire and wide a broad goose. _Mer_: Why is not this better now than groning for loue? why now art thou sociable, now art thou thy selfe, nowe art 75 thou what thou art, as wel by arte as nature. This driueling loue is like a great naturall, that runs vp and downe to hide his bable in a hole. _Ben_: Stop there. _Me_: Why thou wouldst haue me stopp my tale against 80 the haire. _Ben_: Thou wouldst haue made thy tale too long? _Mer_: Tut man thou art deceiued, I meant to make it short, for I was come to the whole depth of my tale? and meant indeed to occupie the argument no longer. 85 _Rom_: Heers goodly geare. _Enter Nurse and her man._ _Mer_: A saile, a saile, a saile. _Ben_: Two, two, a shirt and a smocke. _Nur: Peter_, pree thee giue me my fan. _Mer_: Pree thee doo good _Peter_, to hide her face: for 90 her fanne is the fairer of the two. _Nur_: God ye goodmorrow Gentlemen. _Mer_: God ye good den faire Gentlewoman. _Nur_: Is it godyegooden I pray you. _Mer_: Tis no lesse I assure you, for the baudie hand of 95 the diall is euen now vpon the pricke of noone. _Nur_: Fie, what a man is this? _Rom_: A Gentleman Nurse, that God hath made for himselfe to marre. _Nur_: By my troth well said: for himselfe to marre 100 quoth he? I pray you can anie of you tell where one maie finde yong _Romeo_? _Rom_: I can: but yong _Romeo_ will bee elder when you haue found him, than he was when you sought him. I am the yongest of that name for fault of a worse. 105 _Nur_: Well said. _Mer_: Yea, is the worst well? mas well noted, wisely, wisely. _Nu_: If you be he sir, I desire some conference with ye. _Ben_: O, belike she meanes to inuite him to supper. 110 _Mer_: So ho. A baud, a baud, a baud. _Rom_: Why what hast found man? _Mer_: No hare sir, vnlesse it be a hare in a lenten pye, that is somewhat stale and hoare ere it be eaten. _He walkes by them, and sings._