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JULIET . Go ask his name . If he be married , My grave is like to be my wedding bed . NURSE . His name is Romeo , and a Montague , The only son of your great enemy . JULIET . My only love sprung from my only hate ! Too early seen unknown , and known too late ! Prodigious birth of love it is to me , That I must love a loathed enemy . NURSE . What’s this ? What’s this ? JULIET . A rhyme I learn’d even now Of one I danc’d withal . [ One calls within , ‘ Juliet ’ . ] NURSE . Anon , anon ! Come let’s away , the strangers all are gone . [ Exeunt . ] ACT II Enter Chorus . CHORUS . Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie , And young affection gapes to be his heir ; That fair for which love groan’d for and would die , With tender Juliet match’d , is now not fair . Now Romeo is belov’d , and loves again , Alike bewitched by the charm of looks ; But to his foe suppos’d he must complain , And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks : Being held a foe , he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear ; And she as much in love , her means much less To meet her new beloved anywhere . But passion lends them power , time means , to meet , Tempering extremities with extreme sweet . [ Exit . ] SCENE I . An open place adjoining Capulet’s Garden . 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 ! Romeo ! MERCUTIO . He is wise , And on my life 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 ‘ Ah me ! ’ Pronounce but 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 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 . 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 . An 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 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 . 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 .
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