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An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
Noting this penury, to myself I said, -
An if a man did need a poison now,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
O, this same thought did but forerun my need;
And this same needy man must sell it me.
As I remember, this should be the house :
Being holyday, the beggar's shop is shut.-
What, ho! apothecary !



Who calls so loud ?
Ro. Come hither, man.-I see that thou art

Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have
A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer,
As will disperse itself through all the veins,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead;
And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
As violently, as hasty powder fired
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.


Apo. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's

Is death to any he that utters them.

Ro. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery :
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law :
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor ; but break it, and take this.

Apo. My poverty, but not my will consents.
Ro. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

Apo. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight.
Ro. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's

'souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not

sell :
I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.
Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me
To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.



Friar Laurence's cell.


F. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!


F. Lau. This same should be the voice of friar

Welcome from Mantua. What says Romeo ?
Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

F. John. Going to find a barefoot brother out,
One of our order, to associate me,
Here in this city visiting the sick,
And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Suspecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
Seald up the doors, and would not let us forth ;
So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.

F. Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ?

F. John. I could not send it;-here it is again
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee;
So fearful were they of infection.

F. Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
The letter was not nice, but full of charge,
Of dear import; and the neglecting it
May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;
Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight


cell. F. John. Brother, I 'll go and bring it thee.

[Erit. F. Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake :

i On a trivial or idle subject.

She will beshrew me much, that Romeo
Hath had no notice of these accidents :
But I will write again to Mantua,
And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;
Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb !



A churchyard ; in it a monument belonging to the

Capulets. Enter PARIS; and his page, bearing flowers and a

torch. Pa. Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand

aloof :-
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves)
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
Give me those flowers : do as I bid thee; go.

Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
Here in the churchyard ; yet I will adventure.

(retires. . Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal


Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain
The perfect model of eternity;
Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain,

Accept this latest favor at my hands ;
That living honor'd thee; and, being dead,
With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb !

[the Boy whistles.
The boy gives warning, something doth approach.
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites ?
What, with a torch ?--muffle me, night, awhile.


Enter ROMEO, and BALTHASAR with a torch,

mattock, &c. Ro. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching

iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light. Upon thy life, I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death, Is, partly, to behold my lady's face; But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger A precious ring; a ring, that I must use In dear employment:1 therefore hence; be gone :But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I farther shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs.

ii. e. in an action of importance.

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