MERCUTIO
Nay, I’ll conjure too!Romeo! Humours, madman, passion, lover!10Appear 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,15Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so trueWhen 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,20By 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.