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
0778 Can I go forward when my heart is here?
0779 Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out.
⌜ He withdraws. ⌝
Enter Benvolio with Mercutio.
BENVOLIO
0780 Romeo, my cousin Romeo, Romeo!
MERCUTIO 0781 He is wise
0782 5 And, on my life, hath stol’n him home to bed.
BENVOLIO
0783 He ran this way and leapt this orchard wall.
0784 Call, good Mercutio.
⌜ MERCUTIO ⌝ 0785 Nay, I’ll conjure too.
0786 Romeo! Humors! Madman! Passion! Lover!
0787 10 Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh.
0788 Speak but one rhyme and I am satisfied.
0789 Cry but “Ay me,” ⌜ pronounce ⌝ but “love” and
0790 ⌜ “dove.” ⌝
0791 Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
0792 15 One nickname for her purblind son and ⌜ heir, ⌝
0793 Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so ⌜ trim ⌝
0794 When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid.—
0795 He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not.
0796 The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.—
0797 20 I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes,
0798 By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip,
0799 By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,
0800 And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
0801 That in thy likeness thou appear to us.
BENVOLIO
0802 25 An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
MERCUTIO
0803 This cannot anger him. ’Twould anger him
0804 To raise a spirit in his mistress’ circle
0805 Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
0806 Till she had laid it and conjured it down.
0807 30 That were some spite. My invocation
0808 Is fair and honest. In his mistress’ name,
0809 I conjure only but to raise up him.
BENVOLIO
0810 Come, he hath hid himself among these trees
0811 To be consorted with the humorous night.
0812 35 Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
MERCUTIO
0813 If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
0814 Now will he sit under a medlar tree
0815 And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
0816 As maids call medlars when they laugh alone.—
0817 40 O Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
0818 An ⌜ open-arse, ⌝ thou a pop’rin pear.
0819 Romeo, good night. I’ll to my truckle bed;
0820 This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.—
0821 Come, shall we go?
BENVOLIO 0822 45 Go, then, for ’tis in vain
0823 To seek him here that means not to be found.
⌜ They ⌝ exit.