I will conjure Romeo Madman! Passion! Lover! Show yourself Romeo Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied. Call out "Ay me!" or say "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 true When Kinf Cophetua loved the beggar maid.- He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not.
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. in his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise him up
If he hears this, it will anger 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. Romeo will now sadly sit under a medlar tree and wish that Rosaline was with him under the tree 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. Good night Romeo. I shall return home now. This field is too cold for me to sleep in. Come Benvolio. Let us leave without Romeo.