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Romeo and Juliet: Act 2 Scene 1
- [Enter Chorus]
- Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
- And young affection gapes to be his heir;
- That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
- With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
- Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
- Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
- But to his foe supposed he must complain,
- And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
- Being held a foe, he may not have access
- To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
- And she as much in love, her means much less
- To meet her new-beloved any where:
- But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
- Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
Scene I A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.
- [Enter 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]
- Romeo! my cousin Romeo!
- He is wise;
- And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.
- He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
- Call, good 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 nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
- Young Adam 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!
- And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
- 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, and in his mistress' name
- I conjure only but to raise up him.
- Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
- To be consorted with the humorous night:
- Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
- 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.
- Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
- An open et caetera, 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?
- Go, then; for 'tis in vain
- To seek him here that means not to be found.