Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 2, 1599)
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The most lamentable Tragedie
¶Hast thou no Letters to me from the Frier?
¶Man. No my good Lord.
¶
Exit._
¶Ro. No matter get thee gone,
¶Well Iuliet, I will lie with thee to night:
¶To enter in the thoughts of desperate men.
¶I do remember an Appothacarie,
2765And here abouts a dwells which late I noted,
¶In tattred weeds with ouerwhelming browes,
¶Culling of simples, meager were his lookes,
¶Sharpe miserie had worne him to the bones:
¶And in his needie shop a tortoyes hung,
2770An allegater stuft, and other skins
¶A beggerly account of emptie boxes,
¶Remnants of packthred, and old cakes of Roses
¶An if a man did need a poyson now,
¶Here liues a Catiffe wretch would sell it him.
2780O this same thought did but forerun my need,
¶What ho Appothecarie.
¶Hold, there is fortie duckets, let me haue
¶That the life-wearie-taker may fall dead,
¶And that the Trunke may be dischargd of breath,
¶As violently, as hastie powder fierd
Doth
