Romeo finds himself so in love with Juliet that he cannot leave her. He scales a wall and enters Capulet’s garden. Meanwhile Benvolio and Mercutio look for him in vain.
Enter Romeo alone.
ROMEO 0778Can I go forward when my heart is here? 0779Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. ⌜He withdraws.⌝
Enter Benvolio with Mercutio.
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BENVOLIO 0780Romeo, my cousin Romeo, Romeo! MERCUTIO0781
He is wise 07825And, on my life, hath stol’n him home to bed. BENVOLIO 0783He ran this way and leapt this orchard wall. 0784Call, good Mercutio. ⌜MERCUTIO⌝0785Nay, I’ll conjure too. 0786Romeo! Humors! Madman! Passion! Lover! 078710Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh. 0788Speak but one rhyme and I am satisfied. 0789Cry but “Ay me,” ⌜pronounce⌝ but “love” and 0790⌜“dove.”⌝ 0791Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, 079215One nickname for her purblind son and ⌜heir,⌝ 0793Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so ⌜trim⌝ 0794When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid.— 0795He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not. 0796The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.— 079720I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes, 0798By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, 0799By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, 0800And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, 0801That in thy likeness thou appear to us. BENVOLIO 080225An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. MERCUTIO 0803This cannot anger him. ’Twould anger him 0804To raise a spirit in his mistress’ circle 0805Of some strange nature, letting it there stand 0806Till she had laid it and conjured it down. 080730That were some spite. My invocation 0808Is fair and honest. In his mistress’ name, 0809I conjure only but to raise up him. BENVOLIO 0810Come, he hath hid himself among these trees
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0811To be consorted with the humorous night. 081235Blind is his love and best befits the dark. MERCUTIO 0813If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. 0814Now will he sit under a medlar tree 0815And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit 0816As maids call medlars when they laugh alone.— 081740O Romeo, that she were, O, that she were 0818An ⌜open-arse,⌝ thou a pop’rin pear. 0819Romeo, good night. I’ll to my truckle bed; 0820This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.— 0821Come, shall we go? BENVOLIO082245Go, then, for ’tis in vain 0823To seek him here that means not to be found. ⌜They⌝ exit.
