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39 ACT II. Scene I. A Lane hy the wall of Capulet''s Orchard. Enter Eomeo. Romeo. Can I go forward when my heart is here ? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. \_He climbs the wall, and leajys down ivithin it. Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. Benvolio. Eomeo ! my cousin Eomeo ! Eomeo ! 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. — Eomeo ! humors ! 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 nickname for her purblind son and heir, Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetna lov'd the beggar-maid! — He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not ;