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Romeo and Juliet (Folio 1, 1623)
74 The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
2720M.2. Hang him Iacke, come weele in here, tarrie for
2722Enter Romeo.
2727Lifts me aboue the ground with cheerefull thoughts.
2728I dreamt my Lady came and found me dead,
2729(Strange dreame that giues a dead man leaue to thinke,)
2731That I reuiu'd and was an Emperour.
2734Enter Romeo's man.
2735Newes from Verona, how now Balthazer?
2736Dost thou not bring me Letters from the Frier?
2737How doth my Lady? Is my Father well?
2738How doth my Lady Iuliet? that I aske againe,
2739For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
2741Her body sleepes in Capels Monument,
2742And her immortall part with Angels liue,
2743I saw her laid low in her kindreds Vault,
2745O pardon me for bringing these ill newes,
2746Since you did leaue it for my office Sir.
2748Then I denie you Starres.
2749Thou knowest my lodging, get me inke and paper,
2752Your lookes are pale and wild, and do import
2753Some misaduenture.
2755Leaue me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
2756Hast thou no Letters to me from the Frier?
2757Man. No my good Lord.
2758 Exit Man.
2759Rom. Mo matter: Get thee gone,
2761Well Iuliet, I will lie with thee to night:
2763To enter in the thoughts of desperate men:
2764I do remember an Appothecarie,
2765And here abouts dwells, which late I noted
2766In tattred weeds, with ouerwhelming browes,
2767Culling of Simples, meager were his lookes,
2768Sharpe miserie had worne him to thebones:
2769And in his needie shop a Tortoyrs hung,
2772A beggerly account of emptie boxes,
2774Remnants of packthred, and old cakes of Roses
2777An if a man did need a poyson now,
2780O this same thought did but fore-run my need,
2784What ho? Appothecarie?
2785Enter Appothecarie.
2788Hold, there is fortie Duckets, let me haue
2791That the life-wearie-taker may fall dead,
2792And that the Trunke may be discharg'd of breath,
2794Doth hurry from the fatall Canons wombe.
2795App. Such mortall drugs I haue, but Mantuas law
2796Is death to any he, that vtters them.
2798And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheekes,
2800Contempt and beggery hangs vpon thy backe:
2801The world is not thy friend, nor the worlds law:
2802The world affords no law to make thee rich.
2803Then be not poore, but breake it, and take this.
2805Rom. I pray thy pouerty, and not thy will.
2806App. Put this in any liquid thing you will
2809Rom. There's thy Gold,
2811Doing more murther in this loathsome world,
2815Come Cordiall, and not poyson, go with me
2817 Exeunt.
2818Enter Frier Iohn to Frier Lawrence.
2820Enter Frier Lawrence.
2822Welcome from Mantua, what sayes Romeo?
2823Or if his mind be writ, giue me his Letter.
2825One of our order to associate me,
2827And finding him, the Searchers of the Towne
2830Seal'd vp the doores, and would not let vs forth,
2832Law. Who bare my Letter then to Romeo?
2834Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
2835So fearefull were they of infection.
2836Law. Vnhappie Fortune: by my Brotherhood
2837The Letter was not nice, but full of charge,
2838Of deare import, and the neglecting it
2839May do much danger: Frier Iohn go hence,
2840Get me an Iron Crow, and bring it straight
2841Vnto my Cell.
2844Within this three houres will faire Iuliet wake,
2845Shee will beshrew me much that Romeo
2846Hath had no notice of these accidents:
2847But I will write againe to Mantua,
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