Romeo and Juliet
Act 2, Scene 1
A lane by the wall of Capulet’s orchard.
- Enter Romeo alone.
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- Can I go forward when my heart is here?
- Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out.
- Enter Benvolio with Mercutio. Romeo withdraws.
- Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo!
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- He is wise,
- And, on my life, hath stol’n him home to bed.
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- He ran this way and leapt this orchard wall.
- Call, good Mercutio.
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- Nay, I’ll conjure too.
- Romeo! Humors! 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 lov’d 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!
- And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
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- 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; in his mistress’ name
- I conjure only but to raise up him.
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- Come, he hath hid himself among these trees
- To be consorted with the humorous night.
- Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
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- 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 pop’rin pear!
- Romeo, good night, I’ll to my truckle-bed,
- This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.
- Come, shall we go?
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- Go then, for ’tis in vain
- To seek him here that means not to be found.
- Exit with Mercutio.