NURSE: Is it now afternoon?
MERCUTIO: It's not earlier, I can tell you. The lusty hand of the clock is upon the prick of noon.
NURSE: Get out of here! What kind of man are you?!?
MERCUTIO: I'm a man, my lady, that God has made for himself to ruin.
NURSE: I swear, you speak the truth! "For himself to ruin," he says.
Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I can find young Romeo?
ROMEO: I can tell you…
...But young Romeo will be older when you find him than he was when you were looking. I am the youngest man of that name because there is no one below me.
NURSE: You speak well.
MERCUTIO: Is the worst well? Very well-taken, very wise.