Mercutio: Come sir, we must do away with all these broadsides.

Benvolio: What, cuz? The broad sides of the barns?

MErcutio: There is no hit there, good cuz.

Benvolio: Then, sir, the sides of all the broads? And what of the mewling infants whom wouldst deprive thereby?

Mercutio: The side of a broad is a better home than any broadsided barn.

Benvolio: Aye, but no barn gives out a bairn, and every broadsided broad will do at the drop of a ball.

MErcutio: Drop your balls, not, cuz, but leave your bales for the barn.

Benvolio: Ah, sir, 'twas a baleful riposte. It will undo my wires all.

Mercutio: Better than your own undoing of many a broad's wires, thou deft varlet.

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