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122 ROMEO AND JULIET. An alligator stuff'd, and other skins Of ill-shap'd fishes ; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses, Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. Noting this penury, to myself I said. An if a man did need a poison now, Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. 0, this same thought did but forerun my need, And this same needy man must sell it me ! As I remember, this should be the house. Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. — What, ho ! apothecary ! Ent67' Apothecary. Apothecary. Who calls so loud ? Romeo. Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor : Hold, there is forty ducats ; let me have A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the veins That the life-weary taker may fall dead. And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath As violently as hasty powder fir'd Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.