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Scene I. Mantua. A street.
Let’sseeformeans:Omischief,thouartswift
Toenterinthethoughtsofdesperatemen!
Idorememberanapothecary—
Andhereaboutshedwells—whichlateInoted
Intatter’dweeds,withoverwhelmingbrows,
Cullingofsimples;meagrewerehislooks,
Sharpmiseryhadwornhimtothebones:
Andinhisneedyshopatortoisehung,
Analligatorstuff’d,andotherskins
Ofill-shapedfishes;andabouthisshelves
Abeggarlyaccountofemptyboxes,
Greenearthenpots,bladdersandmustyseeds,
Remnantsofpackthreadandoldcakesofroses,
Werethinlyscatter’d,tomakeupashow.
Notingthispenury,tomyselfIsaid
‘Anifamandidneedapoisonnow,
WhosesaleispresentdeathinMantua,
Herelivesacaitiffwretchwouldsellithim.’
O,thissamethoughtdidbutforerunmyneed;
Andthissameneedymanmustsellitme.
AsIremember,thisshouldbethehouse.
Beingholiday,thebeggar’sshopisshut.
What,ho!apothecary!
EnterApothecary
ApothecaryWhocallssoloud?
RomeoComehither,man.
