748553Ro: Shall I goe forward and my heart is here?
749554Turne backe dull earth and
finde thy Center out.
750555Enter Benuolio Mercutio. 751556Ben: Romeo, my co
sen
Romeo. 752557Mer: Doe
st thou heare he is wi
se,
753558Vpon my life he hath
stolne him home to bed.
754559Ben: He came this way, and leapt this Orchard wall.
756561Mer: Call, nay Ile coniure too.
757562Romeo, madman, humors, pa
ssion, liuer, appeare thou in
758563likenes of a
sigh:
speek but one rime & I am
sati
sfied, cry
760564but ay me. Pronounce but Loue and Doue,
speake to
761565my go
ssip
Venus one faire word, one nickname for her
762566purblinde
sonne and heire young
Abraham:Cupid hee
763567that
shot
so trim when young King
Cophetua loued the
764568begger wench. Hee heares me not. I coniure thee by
767569Rosalindes bright eye, high forehead, and
scarlet lip, her
769570prettie foote,
straight leg, and quiuering thigh, and the
770571demaines that there adiacent lie , that in thy likene
sse
772573Ben:If he doe heare thee thou wilt anger him.
773574Mer: Tut this cannot anger him, marrie if one
shuld
774575rai
se a
spirit in his Mi
stris circle of
some
strange fa
shion,
775576making it there to
stand till
she had laid it, and coniurde
776577it downe, that were
some
spite. My inuocation is faire
778578and hone
st, and in his Mi
stris name I coniure onely but
780580Ben: Well he hath hid him
selfe among
st tho
se trees,
781581To be conforted with the humerous night,
782582Blinde in his loue, and be
st be
fits the darke.
Mer:
of Romeo and Iuliet.
783583Mer: If loue be blind, loue will not hit the marke,
784584Now will he
sit vnder a Medler tree,
785585And wi
sh his Mi
stris were that kinde of fruite,
786586As maides call Medlers when they laugh alone.
787587Ah
Romeo that
she were, ah that
she were
788588An open
Et cetera, thou a poprin Peare.
789589Romeo God night, il'e to my trundle bed:
790590This
field bed is too cold for mee.
791591Come lets away, for tis but vaine,
792592To
seeke him here that meanes not to be found.