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1 Mu. What a pestilent knave is this same!
2 Mu. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here ; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt.
Mantua. A street.
Ro. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,
News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar ?
ii. e. the god of love.
How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;
Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill ;
Ro. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars !Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
Bal. Pardon me, sir ; I will not leave you thus : Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Ro.
Tush, thou art deceived :
Bal. No, my good lord.
No matter : get thee gone, And hire those horses : I'll be with thee straight.
[Exit Balthasar. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night: Let's see for means.- -O, mischief! thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary,And hereabouts he dwells,—whom late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling of simples : meagre were his looks ; Sharp misery had worn him to the bones; And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
Who calls so loud ?
Apo. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's
Ro. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
Apo. My poverty, but not my will consents.
Apo. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
'souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not
I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.
Friar Laurence's cell.
Enter FRIAR JOHN.
F. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE.
F. Lau. This same should be the voice of friar
F. John. Going to find a barefoot brother out,
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 Unto
cell. F. John. Brother, I 'll go and bring it thee.
[Exit. F. Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake:
i On a trivial or idle subject.