ROMEO AND JULIET 5.1

Mantua. A street.

[Enter ROMEO]

ROMEO If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,

My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:

My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;

And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit

Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. 5

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--

Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave

to think!--

And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,

That I revived, and was an emperor. 10

Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,

When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!

[Enter BALTHASAR, booted]

News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar!

Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?

How doth my lady? Is my father well? 15

How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;

For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

BALTHASAR Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:

Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,

And her immortal part with angels lives. 20

I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,

And presently took post to tell it you:

O, 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! 25

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. 30

ROMEO Tush, thou art deceived:

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 No 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. 35

Let's see for means: O 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, 40

Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,

Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:

And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

An alligator stuff'd, and other skins

Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves 45

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 50

'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.'

O, this same thought did but forerun my need;

And this same needy man must sell it me. 55

As I remember, this should be the house.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

What, ho! apothecary!

[Enter Apothecary]

Apothecary Who calls so loud?

ROMEO Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor: 60

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 discharged of breath 65

As violently as hasty powder fired

Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Apothecary Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law

Is death to any he that utters them.

ROMEO Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, 70

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;

The world affords no law to make thee rich; 75

Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

Apothecary My poverty, but not my will, consents.

ROMEO I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

Apothecary Put this in any liquid thing you will,

And drink it off; and, if you had the strength 80

Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.

ROMEO 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. 85

Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.

Come, cordial and not poison, go with me

To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.

[Exeunt]

ROMEO	If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
	My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
	My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
	And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit
	Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.	5
	I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--
	Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave
	to think!--
	And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
	That I revived, and was an emperor.	10
	Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
	When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
	[Enter BALTHASAR, booted]
	News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar!
	Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
	How doth my lady? Is my father well?	15
	How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;
	For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

BALTHASAR	Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
	Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
	And her immortal part with angels lives.	20
	I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
	And presently took post to tell it you:
	O, 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!	25
	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.	30

ROMEO		Tush, thou art deceived:
		Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
		Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

ROMEO	No 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.	35
	Let's see for means: O 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,	40
	Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
	Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
	And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
	An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
	Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves	45
	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	50
	'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.'
	O, this same thought did but forerun my need;
	And this same needy man must sell it me.	55
	As I remember, this should be the house.
	Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
	What, ho! apothecary!
	[Enter Apothecary]

ROMEO	Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:	60
	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 discharged of breath	65
	As violently as hasty powder fired
	Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

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

ROMEO	Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,	70
	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;
	The world affords no law to make thee rich;	75
	Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

Apothecary	Put this in any liquid thing you will,
	And drink it off; and, if you had the strength	80
	Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.

ROMEO	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.	85
	Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
	Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
	To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.
	[Exeunt]