“He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio.”
“He is wise; And, on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed.”
"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!”
“Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh: Speak but one rhyme”
“Young auburn 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."
“and I am satisfied; Cry but 'Ah me!' pronounce but Love and dove; Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nickname for her purblind son and heir,”
“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."
“An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.”
“And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars when they laugh alone”
“If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree"
“Romeo, good night. I'll to my truckle-bed.This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep”
“Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.”
“Go then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found.”