The most lamentable Tragedie
27562712Ha
st thou no Letters to me from the Frier?
27602716And hyre tho
se hor
ses, Ile be with thee
straight.
27612717Well
Iuliet, I will lie with thee to night:
27622718Lets
see for meanes, O mi
schiefe thou art
swift,
27632719To enter in the thoughts of de
sperate men.
27652721And here abouts a dwells which late I noted,
27662722In tattred weeds with ouerwhelming browes,
27672723Culling of
simples, meager were his lookes,
27682724Sharpe mi
serie had worne him to the bones:
27692725And in his needie
shop a tortoyes hung,
27702726An allegater
stuft, and other skins
27712727Of ill
shapte
fishes, and about his
shelues,
27722728A beggerly account of emptie boxes,
27732729Greene earthen pots, bladders and mu
stie
seedes,
27742730Remnants of packthred, and old cakes of Ro
ses
27752731Were thinly
scattered, to make vp a
shew.
27762732Noting this penury, to my
selfe I
said,
27772733An if a man did need a poy
son now,
27782734Who
se
sale is pre
sent death in
Mantua, 27792735Here liues a Cati
ffe wretch would
sell it him.
27802736O this
same thought did but forerun my need,
27812737And this
same needie man mu
st sell it me.
27822738As I remember this
should be the hou
se,
27832739Being holy day, the beggers
shop is
shut.
27872742Kom. Come hither man, I
see that thou art poore.
27882743Hold, there is fortie duckets, let me haue
27892744A dram of poy
son,
such
soone
speeding geare,
27902745As will di
spear
se it
selfe through all the veines,
27912746That the life-wearie-taker may fall dead,
27922747And that the Trunke may be di
schargd of breath,
27932748As violently, as ha
stie powder
fierd
Doth