Romeo: 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.
(Romeo kisses Juliet and takes out the poison) Romeo: Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark. Here's to my love! (drinks the poison) Thy drugs are quick, thus with a kiss I die. (Romeo dies)
Romeo: 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.
Apothecary: Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law... Is death to any he that mutters him.
Romeo: 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. The world affords no law to make thee rich. Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. (holds out money)
Apothecary: My poverty, but not thy will, consents.
Romeo: I pay by poverty, and not thy will.
Apothecary: (gives Romeo poison) Put this in any liquid thing and you will Drink it off; and, if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.