Romeo and Juliet

Mercutio. That's as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. Romeo. Meaning, to court'sy. 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. Mercutio. Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast worn out thy pump;that, when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, after the wearing, sole singular. Romeo. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness! Mercutio. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint. Romeo. Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Mercutio. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: was I with you there for the goose? Romeo. Thou wast never with me for anything when thou wast not there for the goose. Mercutio. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Romeo. Nay, good goose, bite not. Mercutio. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce. Romeo. And is it not, then, well served in to a sweet goose? Mercutio. O, here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad! Romeo. I stretch it out for that word broad: which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. Mercutio. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; not art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. Benvolio. Stop there, stop there. Mercutio. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. Benvolio. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. Mercutio. O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and meant indeed to occupy the argument no longer. Romeo. Here's goodly gear! [Enter Nurse and Peter.] Mercutio. A sail, a sail, a sail! Benvolio. Two, two; a shirt and a smock. Nurse. Peter! Peter. Anon. Nurse. My fan, Peter. Mercutio. Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer face. Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Mercutio. God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. Nurse. Is it good-den? Mercutio. 'Tis no less, I tell ye; for the bawdy 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?