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Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
O, this same thought did but fore-run 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!

Enter Apothecary.
Ap.

Who calls so loud ?
Rom. Come hither, man. I see that thou art

poor;
Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer*
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.

Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death to any he that utters them.

Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,
And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law:
The world affords no law to make thee rich ;
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

Ap. Put this in any liqnid thing you will,
And drink it off; and if you had the strength
Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight.

* Stuff.

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Rom. There is thy gold, worse poison to men's

souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell: I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh,

THE CONTEST OF ROMEO AND PARIS. Par. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Can vengeance

be pursu'd further than death? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. [ther.

Rom. I must, indeed, and therefore came I hiGood gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Fly hence and leave me;—think upon

these gone; Let them affright thee.—I beseech thee, youth, Heap not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury–0, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself: For I come hither arm'd against myself: Stay not, begone ;-live, and hereafter sayA madman's mercy bade thee run away.

Par. I do defy thy conjurations, And do attach thee as a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy.

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Par. O, I am slain! [Falls. ]—If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies.

Rom. In faith, I will:~Let me peruse this face;Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris: What said my man, when my betossed soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think, He told me, Paris should have married Juliet: * I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do; i.

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Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so?-0, give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!

O, my

ROMEO'S LAST SPEECH OVER JULIET IN THE TOMB.

love! my wife! Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody-sheet? 0, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin !-Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour ? For fear of that, I will stay with thee; And never from this palace of dim night Depart again; here, here, will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars [last, From this world-wearied flesh.—Eyes, look your Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Come, bitter conduct*, come, unsavoury guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!

* Conducter.

Here's to my love!Drinks] 0, true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick.Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies.

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The painting is almost the natural man;
For since dishonour traffics with man's nature,
He is but outside: these pencil'd figures are
Even such as they give out*.

THE PLEASURE OF DOING GOOD.

O, you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of them ? they were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er have use for them: and would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often wished myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do benefits: and what better or properer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends? 0, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes!

АСТ II.

A FAITHFUL STEWARD. So the gods bless me, When all our officest have been oppress'd * Pictures have no hypocrisy; they are what they profess to be.

+ The apartments allotted to culinary offices, &c.

With riotous feeders; when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine; when every room
Hath blaz'd with lights, and bray'd with minstrelsy;
I have retir'd me to a wasteful cock*,
And set mine eyes at flow.

INGRATITUDE. They answer, in a joint and corporate voice, That now they are at fallt, want treasure, cannot Do what they would; are sorry—you are honour

able, But yet they could have wish'd—they know notSomething has been amiss—a noble nature but May catch a wrench-would all were well—'tis

pityAnd so, intending other serious matters, After distasteful looks, and these hard fractionsg, With certain half-caps||, and cold-moving nods, They froze me into silence.

ACT Iur.
THE MISERABLE SHIFTS OF INGRATITUDE.
Ser. My honoured lord, [TO Lucius.

Luc. Servilius! you are kindly met, sir. Fare thee well: Commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.

Ser. May it please your honour, my lord hath sent

Luc. Ha! what has he sent? I am so much en

* A pipe with a turning stopple running to waste.
tio e. At an ebb.

Intending, had anciently the same meaning as attendinge
Broken hints, abrupt remarks.
A half cap is a cap slightly moved, not put off.

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