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In tatt'red 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 stuffed, 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 scattered, to make up a show. Noting this penurey, 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 needy man must sell it me. As I remember, this should be the house. Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. What, ho! Apothecary!
[enter Apothecary] Who calls so loud?
Romeo
Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor.
Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear As will disperse it self 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.
Apothecary
Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death to any he that utters them.
Romeo
Art thou nso bare and full of wretchedness And fearest to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes, Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back: 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.
Apothecary
My poverty but not my will consents.
Romeo
I pay thy poverty and not thy will. Apothecary Put this in any liquid thing you will And drink it off, and if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
Romeo
There is thy gold-worse poison to men's souls, Doin more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell. By food and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To JUliet's grave; for there must I use thee. Exeunt.