Act 2 Scene 1
ACT II
PROLOGUE
Enter Chorus
Chorus
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, With tender Sirius match'd, is now not fair. Now Sirius is beloved and loves again, Alike betwitched by the charm of looks, But to his foe supposed he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new-beloved any where: But passion lends them power, time means, to meet Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
Exit
SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Black's orchard.
Enter SIRIUS BLACK
SIRIUS BLACK
Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it
Enter REMUS LUPIN and SIRIUS BLACK
REMUS LUPIN
Sirius! my cousin Sirius!
SIRIUS BLACK
He is wise; And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.
REMUS LUPIN
He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: Call, good Sirius.
SIRIUS BLACK
Nay, I'll conjure too. Sirius! 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;' Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When 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 Sirius' 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!
REMUS LUPIN
And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
SIRIUS BLACK
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 conjured it down; That were some spite: my invocation Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name I conjure only but to raise up him.
REMUS LUPIN
Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
SIRIUS BLACK
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 et caetera, thou a poperin pear! Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: Come, shall we go?
REMUS LUPIN
Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found.
Exeunt