Romeo

Can I go forward when my heart is here?

Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it.Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO.

Benvolio

Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Romeo!

Mercutio

He is wise;

And, on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed.

Benvolio

He ran this way, and leaped this orchard wall:

Call, good Mercutio.

Mercutio

Nay, I'll conjure too.

Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!

Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:

Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;

Cry but “Ay me” pronounce but “love” and “dove;”

Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,

One nickname for her purblind son and heir,

Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so trim,

When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!

He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;

The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.

I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,

By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,

By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh

And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,

That in thy likeness thou appear to us!

Benvolio

An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

Mercutio

This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him

To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle

Of some strange nature, letting it there stand

Till she had laid it and conjured it down.

That were some spite. My invocation

Is fair and honest; in his mistress' name

I conjure only but to raise up him.

Benvolio

Come, he hath hid himself among these trees.

To be consorted with the humorous night:

Blind is his love and best befits the dark.

Mercutio

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

Now will he sit under a medlar tree,

And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit

As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.

O, Romeo, that she were, O, that she were

An open-arse, thou a poperin pear!

Romeo, good night! I'll to my truckle-bed!

This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:

Come, shall we go?

Benvolio

Go, then; for 'tis in vain

To seek him here that means not to be found. Exeunt.