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I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
Rom. 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. Rom.
Tush, thou art deceiv'd ;
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:-0, 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 ; meager were his looks, And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones : An alligator stuff'd,' and other skins Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves
9 An alligator stuff'd,] I was many years ago assured, that formerly, when an apothecary first engaged with his druggist, he was gratuitously furnished by him with these articles of show, which were then imported for that use only. I have met with the alligator, tortoise, &c. hanging up in the shop of an ancient apothecary at Limehouse, as well as in places more remote from our metropolis. See Hogarth's Marriage Alamode, Plate III.-It may be remarked, however, that the apothecaries dismissed their alligators, &c. some time before the physicians were willing to part with their amber-headed canes and solemn periwigs. STEEVENS.
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Who calls so loud ?
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death, to any he that utters them.
Rom. 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.
' An if a man, &c.] This phraseology which means simplyIf, was not unfrequent in Shakspeare's time and before.
Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st 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.
Enter Friar John,
Enter Friar LAURENCE.
John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
the doors, and would not let us forth;
* One of our order, to associate me,] Each friar has always a companion assigned him by the superior when he asks leave to go out; and thus they are a check upon each other.