Mercutio Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nickname for her purblind son and heir, Young Abraham Cupid — he that shot so true Read more about popup_note_index_item 4351
Mercutio 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. Romeo, that she were, O, that she were An open-arse, or thou a popp’rin pear! Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "O that she were an open-arse and thou a popp'rin pear"
Mercutio And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars when they laugh alone. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "medlars"
Romeo She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair. Read more about popup_note_index_item 4331
Mercutio 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! Read more about popup_note_index_item 4306
[The Capulet’s party has ended, and Romeo is headed home down a lane that runs alongside the orchard behind the Capulet mansion. A wall separates the lane from the orchard.] Romeo Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. Read more about popup_note_index_item 4304
