I can see that you are poor. Here are forty gold coins. Let me have a shot of poison. Something that can act quickly so that the person who takes it dies as fast as gunpowder exploding in a cannon.
I have lethal poisons like that, but it is against the law to sell them in Mantua. The penalty is death.
You are so poor and wretches, and still afraid to die? You're cheeks are so thin and pale because of hunger. I can see it in your eyes that you are starving. Anyone can see that you are a beggar. The world is not your friend, neither is the law. The world does not make laws to make you rich. So don't be poor. Break the law and take this money.
I pay you because you are poor and not because you want to.
I agree but only because I am poor and not because I want to.
Put this in any liquid you want and drink it. Even if you have the strength of twenty men it will kill you immediantly.
Here is your gold. Money is the worst poison to men's souls and commits more murders in this awful world than these poisons you are not allowing to sell.
I've sold you poison. You haven't sold me any. Goodbye. Go buy some food and but some flesh into those bones.