BENVOLIO: If he hears you, you'll make him angry.
MERCUTIO: These words cannot anger him!
If I conjured a demon to come make love to Rosaline, that would anger him!
But this invocation is fair and honest! I'm speaking the name of Romeo's beloved simply to conjure him out of the darkness!
BENVOLIO: Come, he's hidden himself among the trees to keep the night company. His love is blind, so it suits the darkness.
MERCUTIO: If love is blind, it cannot hit its mark. Now he'll sit under the Medlar tree and wish his mistress were just such a fruit!*
Oh, Romeo! If only she were an "open-arse” and you a "pop-her-in" pear!
Good night, Romeo! I'll go to my little trundle-bed!
This open field is too cold to sleep in!
Come on, should we go?
BENVOLIO: Let's go. There's no point in looking for him if he doesn't want to be found.
*Medlar fruits were thought to resemble genitalia and were often called "open-arses."