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He ran this way and leapt this orchard wall. [5]
Call, good Mercutio.

MERCUT IO

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’, [10]
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: [15]
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, [20]
That in thy likeness thou appear to us.

BENVOLIO

And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

MERCUT IO

This cannot anger him. ’Twould anger him
To raise a spirit in his mistress’ circle
Of some strange nature, letting it there stand [25]
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.

BENVOLIO

Come, he hath hid himself among these trees [30]
To be consorted with the humorous night.
Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

MERCUT IO

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.