Rom.
Can I go forward, when my heart is here?
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. [He climbs the Wall, and leaps down within it. Enter Benvolio, and Mercutio.

Ben.
Romeo! my cousin Romeo!

Mer.
He is wise;
And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed.

Ben.
He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
Call, good Mercutio.

Mer.
Nay, I'll conjure too* ^note.—
Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
Cry but—Ah me! pronounce but—love and dove^{8 note}

Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
Young Adam Cupid^{9 note}, he that shot so trim* ^note,
When king Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid^{1 note}

He heareth not,
he stirreth not^{2 note}

That in thy likeness thou appear to us.

Ben.
An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

Mer.
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 conjur'd it down;
That were some spite: my invocation
Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name,
I conjure only but to raise up him.

Ben.
Come, he hath hid himself among those trees,
To be consorted with the humorous night^{6 note}

Mer.
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^{7 note}

O Romeo that she were, ah that she were
An open et cætera, thou a poprin pear!

Romeo, good night;—I'll to my truckle-bed* ^note;
This field-bed is too cold for me
to sleep:

Come, shall we go?

Ben.
Go, then; for 'tis in vain
To seek him here, that means not to be found. [Exeunt.

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