Noticing all this poverty, I said to myself, “If a man
needed some poison”—which they would
immediately kill you for selling in
Mantua—“here is a miserable wretch
who'd sell it to him.” Oh, this idea came
before I needed the poison. But this same poor man must sell it to
me. As I remember, this should be the house. Today's a
holiday, so the beggar's shop is shut. Hey!
Pharmacist!
Enter APOTHECARY
The APOTHECARY
enters.
APOTHECARY
Who
calls so loud?
APOTHECARY
Who's that calling so loud?
ROMEO
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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,
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And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
As violently as hasty powder fired
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
ROMEO
Come here, man. I see that you are poor. Here are forty ducats.
Let me have a shot of poison, something that works so fast that the
person who takes it will die as fast as gunpowder exploding in a
canon.
APOTHECARY
Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law
Is death to any he that utters them.
APOTHECARY
I have lethal poisons like that. But it's against the law
to sell them in Mantua, and the penalty is death.
ROMEO
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Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks.
Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes.
Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back.
The world is not thy friend nor the world's law.
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The world affords no law to make thee rich.
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
(holds out money)
ROMEO
You're this poor and wretched and still afraid to die?
Your cheeks are thin because of hunger. I can see in your eyes that
you're starving. Anyone can see that you're a
beggar. The world is not your friend, and neither is the law. The
world doesn't make laws to make you rich. So don't
be poor. Break the law, and take this money.
(he holds out money)
