MERCUTIO: Come break this up, Benvolio. I'm losing this duel of wits.
ROMEO: Keep going, or I'll declare myself the winner.
MERCUTIO: No, if our jokes go on a wildgoose chase, I'm finished. You have more wild goose in one of your senses than I have in all five of mine.
Ha! Don't I win a point for that last goose crack?
ROMEO: You've never been good for anything besides a goose.*
MERCUTIO: Ooh! I'll bite you on the ear for that jest!
ROMEO: Nay, good goose! Bite not!*
MERCUTIO: Your wit is a very bitter apple. It's a sharp sauce.
ROMEO: Well, then, isn't it just right served with a sweet goose!
*"bite not”=a common expression