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Muf. Why beart's ease? Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays—My heart is full of woe: 0, play me some merry dump, to com
Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.
Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek :
Mus. Then will I give you the ferving-creature. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re you, I'll fa you ; Do you note me ?
1. Muf. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2. Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out
Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger :Answer me like men:
When griping grief the heart doth wound,
Then mufick, with her silver found ;
1. Muf. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound, Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ?
2. Muf. I say-silver found, because musicians found for silver.
Pet. Pretty too!-What fay you, James Sound post ?
say for you. It is—musick with her filver found, because such fellows as you have seldom gold for founding :
Then musick with her filver sound,
Muf. What a pestilent knave is this fame? 2. Muf. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner,
* Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, My dreams presage fome 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. I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think,) And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, That I reviv'd, and was an emperor. Ab me! how sweet is love itself possess’d, When but love's shadows are so rich in joy?
News from Verona !-How now, Balthafar?
Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill;
Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars !
Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
Tush, thou art deceiv'd ;. .
Bal. No, my good lord.
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. Let's see for means :--0, mischief! thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary,-And hereabouts he dwells,--whom late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling of simples; meager 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-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 faidAn if a man did need a poison now, Whose fale 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 flould be the house ;
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is thut.-
Who calls so loud ? Rum. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou art poor ; Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have A dram of poison ; such foon-speeding geer As will disperse itself through all the veins, That the life-weary taker may fall dead; And that the trunk may be difcharg'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
Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off; and, if you had the strength of twenty men, it would despatch you straight.
Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathfome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may 'ft not sell: I fell thee poison, thou halt sold me none. Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in fiesh.Come, cordial, and not poison; go To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. [Exeunt.