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Romeo and Juliet

Act V, Scene 1

Mantua. A street.
 
[Enter ROMEO]
 
ROMEO
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      If I | may trust | the flat|tering truth | of sleep,
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      My dreams | presage | some joy|ful news | at hand:
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      My bo|som's lord | sits^light|ly in | his throne;
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      And all | this day | an un|accus|tomed spirit
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5     Lifts me | above | the ground | with cheer|ful thoughts.
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      I dreamt | my la|dy came | and found | me dead
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      (Strange dream that gives | a dead | man leave | to think)
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      And breathed | such^life | with kis|ses in | my lips,
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      That I | revived,| and was | an em|peror.
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10    Ah me,| how sweet | is love | itself | possessed,
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      When but | love's sha/dows are | so rich | in joy.
 
[Enter BALTHASAR, booted]
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      News from Ve|rona,| how now Bal|thasar?
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      Dost thou | not bring | me let|ters from | the friar?
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      How doth | my la|dy? Is | my fa|ther well?
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15    How fares | my Ju|liet? That | I ask | again;
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      For no|thing can | be ill,| if she | be well.
 
BALTHASAR
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      Then she | is well,| and no|thing can | be ill:
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      Her bo|dy sleeps | in Ca|pel's mon|ument,
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      And her | immor|tal part | with an|gels lives.
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20    I saw | her laid | low in | her kin|dred's vault,
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      And pre|sently / took post | to tell | it you:
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      O par|don me | for bring|ing these^/ill news,
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      Since^you | did leave | it for | my of|fice, sir.
 
ROMEO
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      Is it e|ven so?| Then I | deny | you stars.
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25    Thou knowst | my lod|ging: get | me ink | and pa||per,
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      And hire | post-hor/ses; I | will hence | tonight.
 
BALTHASAR
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      I do | beseech | you sir,| have pa|tience:
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      Your looks | are pale | and wild,| and do | import
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      Some^mis|adven|ture.
 
ROMEO
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30                        Tush,| thou art | deceived:
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      Leave me,| and do | the thing | I bid | thee do.
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      Hast thou | no let|ters to | me from | the friar?
 
BALTHASAR
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      No my | good lord.
 
ROMEO
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                        No mat|ter: get | thee gone,
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35    And hire | those hor|ses; I'll | be with | thee straight.
 
[Exit BALTHASAR]
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      Well Ju|liet,| I will lie | with thee | tonight.
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      Let's see | for means:| O mis|chief thou | art swift
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      To en|ter in | the thoughts | of des|perate men:
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      I do | remem|ber an | apo|theca||ry
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40    And here|abouts | dwells, which | late I | noted
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      In tat|tered weeds,| with o|verwhel|ming brows,
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      Culling | of sim|ples; mea|ger were | his looks,
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      Sharp mis/ery | had worn | him to | the bones:
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      And in | his nee|dy shop | a tor|toise hung,
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45    An al|liga|tor stuffed,| and o|ther skins
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      Of ill-shaped fish|es; and | about | his shelves
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      A beg|garly | account | of em|pty boxes,
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      Green earthen pots,| bladders | and mus|ty seeds,
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      Remnants | of pack|thread and | old cakes of ros||es
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50    Were thin|ly scat|tered, to / make up | a show.
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      Noting | this pen|ury,| to myself | I said
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      And if | a man | did need | a poi|son now,
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      Whose sale | is pre|sent death | in Man|tua,
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      Here lives^|a cait|iff wretch | would sell | it him.
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55    O this / same thought | did but | forerun | my need;
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      And this / same nee|dy man | must sell | it me.
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      As I | remem|ber, this | should be | the house.
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      Being hol|iday,| the beg|gar's shop | is shut.
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      What ho?| Apo|theca|ry?
 
[Enter Apothecary]
 
APOTHECARY
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60                            Who calls | so loud?
 
ROMEO
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      Come hi|ther man.| I see | that thou | art poor:
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      Hold, there | is for|ty du|cats: let | me have
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      A dram | of poi|son, such^|soon-spee|ding gear
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      As will | disperse | itself | through all | the veins
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65    That the / life-wea|ry ta|ker may / fall dead
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      And that | the trunk | may be | discharged | of breath
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      As vi|olently | as has|ty pow|der fired
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      Doth hur|ry from | the fa|tal can|non's womb.
 
APOTHECARY
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      Such mor|tal drugs | I have;| but Man|tua's law
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70    Is death | to an|y he | that ut|ters them.
 
ROMEO
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      Art thou | so bare | and full | of wretch|edness,
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      And fearst | to die?| Famine | is in | thy cheeks,
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      Need and | oppres|sion star|veth in | thine^eyes,
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      Contempt | and beg|gary hangs | upon | thy back;
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75    The world | is not | thy friend | nor the / world's law;
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      The world | affords | no law | to make | thee rich;
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      Then be | not poor,| but break | it, and / take this.
 
APOTHECARY
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      My po|verty,| but not | my will | consents.
 
ROMEO
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      I pay | thy po|verty,| and not | thy will.
 
APOTHECARY
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80    Put this | in a|ny li|quid thing | you will,
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      And drink | it off;| and if | you had | the strength
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      Of twen|ty men,| it would | dispatch | you straight.
 
ROMEO
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      There's thy | gold, worse poi|son to / men's souls,
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      Doing | more mur/ders in | this loath|some world,
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85    Than these / poor com|pounds that | thou mayst | not sell.
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      I sell / thee poi|son; thou | hast sold | me none.
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      Farewell:| buy food,| and get | thyself | in flesh.
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      Come cor|dial, and / not poi|son, go | with me
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      To Ju|liet's grave;| for there | must I / use thee.
 
[Exeunt]

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