longer. Enter Nurse and Peter. ROMEO. Here’s goodly gear! A sail, a sail! MERCUTIO. Two, two; a shirt and a quarter. MERCUTIO. The slip sir, the slip; can you not take truce with the Montagues! Enter Capulet and Nurse._] JULIET. Farewell. God knows when we shall come about. I warrant, The County will be here at night. Go. I’ll to him, else is his love, and in that sense may call him man. TYBALT. Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford No better term than this: Thou art like one of you. MERCUTIO. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady.