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40 ROMEO AND JULIET. The ape is dead, and T must conjure him. — I conjure thee by Eosaline's bright eyes, By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, 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 T 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. — 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. Scene II, Cajpulet^s Orchard. Enter Romeo, Romeo. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. — [Juliet appears above at a window.