Benvolio. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Romeo!
Mercutio. He is wise,
And, on my life, hath stolen 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 ['Ay me!'] pronounce but 'love' and 'dove';