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ROMEO AND JULIET. 121 And lier immortal part with angels lives. I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, And presently took post to tell it you. 0, pardon me for bringing these ill news, Since you did leave it for my office, sir. Romeo. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars ! — Thou know'st my lodging : get me ink and paper. And hire post-horses ; I will hence to-night. Balthasar. I do beseech you, sir, have patience ; Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Romeo. Tush, thou art deceiv'd ; Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. Hast thou no letters to me from the friar ? Balthasar. No, my good lord. Romeo. ISTo matter : get thee gone, And hire those horses ; I'll be with thee straight. — [_Exit Balthasar. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let's see for means. — mischief, thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men ! I do remember an apothecary, — And hereabouts he dwells, — which late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows. Culling of simples ; meagre were his looks. Sharp misery had worn him to the bones : And in his needy shop a tortoise hung.
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