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SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.

Enter ROMEO

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

BENVOLIO

Romeo! my cousin Romeo!

MERCUTIO

He is wise;
And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.

BENVOLIO

He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
Call, good Mercutio.

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!

BENVOLIO

And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

MERCUTIO

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 mistres s' name
I conjure only but to raise up him.

BENVOLIO

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

MERCUTIO

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?

BENVOLIO

Go, then; for 'tis in vain
To seek him here that means not to be found.

Exeunt

罗密欧上。

罗密欧我的心还逗留在这里,我能够就这样掉头前去吗?转回去,你这无精打彩的身子,去找寻你的灵魂吧。(攀登墙上,跳入墙内。)

班伏里奥及茂丘西奥上。

班伏里奥罗密欧!罗密欧兄弟!

茂丘西奥他是个乖巧的家伙;我说他一定溜回家去睡了。

班伏里奥他往这条路上跑,一定跳进这花园的墙里去了。好茂丘西奥,你叫叫他吧。

茂丘西奥不,我还要念咒喊他出来呢。罗密欧!痴人!疯子!恋人!情郎!快快化做一声叹息出来吧!我不要你多说什么,只要你念一行诗,叹一口气,把咱们那位维纳斯奶奶恭维两句,替她的瞎眼儿子丘匹德少爷取个绰号,这位小爱神真是个神弓手,竟让国王爱上了叫化子的女儿!他没有听见,他没有作声,他没有动静;这猴崽子难道死了吗?待我咒他的鬼魂出来。凭着罗瑟琳的光明的眼睛,凭着她的高额角,她的红嘴唇,她的玲珑的脚,挺直的小腿,弹性的大腿和大腿附近的那一部分,凭着这一切的名义,赶快给我现出真形来吧!

班伏里奥他要是听见了,一定会生气的。

茂丘西奥这不致于叫他生气;他要是生气,除非是气得他在他情人的圈儿里唤起一个异样的妖精,由它在那儿昂然直立,直等她降伏了它,并使它低下头来;那样做的话,才是怀着恶意呢;我的咒语却很正当,我无非凭着他情人的名字唤他出来罢了。

班伏里奥来,他已经躲到树丛里,跟那多露水的黑夜作伴去了;爱情本来是盲目的,让他在黑暗里摸索去吧。

茂丘西奥爱情如果是盲目的,就射不中靶。此刻他该坐在枇杷树下了,希望他的情人就是他口中的枇杷。——啊,罗密欧,但愿,但愿她真的成了你到口的枇杷!罗密欧,晚安!我要上床睡觉去;这儿草地上太冷啦,我可受不了。来,咱们走吧。

班伏里奥好,走吧;他要避着我们,找他也是白费辛勤。(同下。)