Romeo.
I'm boiling o'er with love: my heart is with her;
And as I 'spy my cronies coming hither,
I'll give the rogues the slip. [Exit. Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.

Benvolio.
I say, hollo!
Stop and shake hands, at least, before you go!
Stop, stop, but see he scales yon garden wall!

Mercutio.
I hope the snivelling whelp will get a fall.
Romeo, good night! Benvolio, it's no use
To chase a gander seeking for his goose;
So let's be off.

Benvolio.
We will; 'twere vain to seek
For one, so drunk, who when we call, can't speak. [Exeunt, staggering.

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