Well _Iuliet_, I will lye with thee to night. Lets see for meanes. As I doo remember Here dwells a Pothecarie whom oft I noted As I past by, whose needie shop is stufft With beggerly accounts of emptie boxes: 30 And in the same an _Aligarta_ hangs, Olde endes of packthred, and cakes of Roses, Are thinly strewed to make vp a show. Him as I noted, thus with my selfe I thought: And if a man should need a poyson now, 35 (Whose present sale is death in _Mantua_) Here he might buy it. This thought of mine Did but forerunne my need: and here about he dwels. Being Holiday the Beggers shop is shut. What ho Apothecarie, come forth I say. 40 _Enter Apothecarie._ _Apo_: Who calls, what would you sir? _Rom_: Heeres twentie duckates, Giue me a dram of some such speeding geere, As will dispatch the wearie takers life, As suddenly as powder being fierd 45 From forth a Cannons mouth. _Apo_: Such drugs I haue I must of force confesse, But yet the law is death to those that sell them. _Rom_: Art thou so bare and full of pouertie, And doost thou feare to violate the Law? 50 The Law is not thy frend, nor the Lawes frend, And therefore make no conscience of the law: Vpon thy backe hangs ragged Miserie, And starued Famine dwelleth in thy cheekes. _Apo_: My pouertie but not my will consents. 55 _Rom_: I pay thy pouertie, but not thy will. _Apo_: Hold take you this, and put it in anie liquid thing you will, and it will serue had you the liues of twenty men. _Rom_: Hold, take this gold, worse poyson to mens soules Than this which thou hast giuen me. Goe hye thee hence, 60 Goe buy the cloathes, and get thee into flesh. Come cordiall and not poyson, goe with mee To _Iuliets_ Graue: for there mvst I vse thee. _Exeunt._ [Sidenote: [SC. XXI.]] _Enter Frier Iohn._ _John_: What Frier _Laurence_, Brother, ho? _Laur_: This same should be the voyce of Frier _Iohn_. What newes from _Mantua_, what will _Romeo_ come? _Iohn_: Going to seeke a barefoote Brother out, One of our order to associate mee, 5 Here in this Cittie visiting the sick, Whereas the infectious pestilence remaind: And being by the Searchers of the Towne Found and examinde, we were both shut vp. _Laur_: Who bare my letters then to _Romeo_? 10 _Iohn_: I haue them still, and here they are. _Laur_: Now by my holy Order, The letters were not nice, but of great weight. Goe get thee hence, and get me presently A spade and mattocke. 15