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• Romeo and Juliet: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Prologue.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Verona. a Public Place.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Room Incapulet’shouse.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene V.—: The Same. a Hall Incapulet’shouse.
• Prologue.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Verona. a Lane By the Wall Ofcapulet’sorchard.
• Scene II.—: The Same.capulet’sorchard.
• Scene III.—: The Same.friar Laurence’scell.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene V.—: The Same.capulet’sgarden.
• Scene VI.—: The Same.friar Laurence’scell.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Verona. a Public Place.
• Scene II.—: The Same.capulet’sorchard.
• Scene III.—: The Same.friar Laurence’scell.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Room Incapulet’shouse.
• Scene V.—: The Same.juliet’schamber.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Verona.friar Laurence’scell.
• Scene II.—: The Same. Hall Incapulet’shouse.
• Scene III.—: The Same.juliet’schamber.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. Hall Incapulet’shouse.
• Scene V.—: The Same.juliet’schamber.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Mantua. a Street.
• Scene II.—: Verona.friar Laurence’scell.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Churchyard; In It a Monument Belonging to Thecapulets.

Scene I.—

Verona. A Lane by the wall ofCapulet’sOrchard.

EnterRomeo.

Rom.

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.

EnterBenvolioandMercutio.

Ben.

Romeo! my cousin Romeo!

Mer.

He is wise;

And, on my life, hath stol’n him home to bed.

Ben.

He ran this way, and leap’d this orchard wall:

Call, good Mercutio.

Mer.

Nay, I’ll conjure too.

Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!

Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:

Speak but one rime and I am satisfied;

Cry but ‘Ay me!’ couple but ‘love’ and ‘dove;’

Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word.

One nickname for her purblind son and heir,

Young Adam 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.

Ben.

An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

Mer.

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.

Ben.

Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,

To be consorted with the humorous night:

Blind is his love and best befits the dark.

Mer.

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.

O Romeo! that she were, O! that she were

An open et cætera, 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?

Ben.

Go, then; for ’tis in vain

To seek him here that means not to be found.

[Exeunt.