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ACT V - SCENE I. Mantua. A street.
Enter ROMEO

ROMEO
1    If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
2    My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
3    My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
4    And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit
5    Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
6    I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--
7    Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave
8    to think!--
9    And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
10   That I revived, and was an emperor.
11   Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
12   When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
Enter BALTHASAR, booted
13   News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar!
14   Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
15   How doth my lady? Is my father well?
16   How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;
17   For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
BALTHASAR
18   Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
19   Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
20   And her immortal part with angels lives.
21   I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
22   And presently took post to tell it you:
23   O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,
24   Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
ROMEO
25   Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!
26   Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
27   And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
BALTHASAR
28   I do beseech you, sir, have patience:
29   Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
30   Some misadventure.
ROMEO
31   Tush, thou art deceived:
32   Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
33   Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
BALTHASAR
34   No, my good lord.
ROMEO
35   No matter: get thee gone,
36   And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
Exit BALTHASAR
37   Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
38   Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift
39   To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
40   I do remember an apothecary,--
41   And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted
42   In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
43   Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
44   Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
45   And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
46   An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
47   Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
48   A beggarly account of empty boxes,
49   Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,
50   Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,
51   Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
52   Noting this penury, to myself I said
53   'An if a man did need a poison now,
54   Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
55   Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'
56   O, this same thought did but forerun my need;
57   And this same needy man must sell it me.
58   As I remember, this should be the house.
59   Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
60   What, ho! apothecary!
Enter Apothecary

Apothecary
61   Who calls so loud?
ROMEO
62   Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:
63   Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
64   A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
65   As will disperse itself through all the veins
66   That the life-weary taker may fall dead
67   And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
68   As violently as hasty powder fired
69   Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
Apothecary
70   Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
71   Is death to any he that utters them.
ROMEO
72   Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
73   And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
74   Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
75   Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;
76   The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;
77   The world affords no law to make thee rich;
78   Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
Apothecary
79   My poverty, but not my will, consents.
ROMEO
80   I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
Apothecary
81   Put this in any liquid thing you will,
82   And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
83   Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
ROMEO
84   There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
85   Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
86   Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
87   I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
88   Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
89   Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
90   To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.
Exeunt

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Scene Index
ACT I
  • PROLOGUE
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V


  • ACT II
  • PROLOGUE
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V
  • SCENE VI


  • ACT III
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V


  • ACT IV
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V


  • ACT V
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III

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