Romeo.
Can I go forward, when my heart is here?
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. [Exit. Enter Benvolio with Mercutio.

Ben.
Romeo, my cousin Romeo.

Mer.
He is wise,
And on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed.

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

Mer.
Nay, I'll conjure, too.
Why, Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh.
Speak but one rhime, and I am satisfy'd.
Cry but Ah me! couple but love and dove,
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
One nick-name to her pur-blind son and heir;
I conjure thee, by thy mistress'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,* ^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's arms,
'Till she had laid it. My invocation is

Fair and honest; and in his mistress's name,
I conjure only but to raise him up.

Ben.
Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
To be consorted with the hum'rous night.

Mer.
Romeo, good night, I'll to my truckle bed,
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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