under your arm. ROMEO. I stretch it out for that jest. ROMEO. Nay, good goose, bite not. MERCUTIO. Thy wit is a very tall man, a very bitter sweeting, it is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing, solely singular. ROMEO. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the best. MERCUTIO. Help me into my closet, To help me after? I will take the ‘villain’ back again