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APOTHECARY My poverty, but not my will, consents.
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APOTHECARY I agree because I’m poor, not because I want to.
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ROMEO I pay thy poverty and not thy will.
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ROMEO I pay you because you’re poor, not because you want me to
buy this.
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APOTHECARY
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(gives ROMEO
poison) Put this in any liquid thing
you will
And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
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APOTHECARY
(gives ROMEO
poison) Put this in any kind of
liquid you want and drink it down. Even if you were as strong as
twenty men, it would kill you immediately.
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ROMEO
(gives APOTHECARY
money)
There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,
85Doing more murder in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
I sell thee poison. Thou hast sold me none.
Farewell. Buy food, and get thyself in flesh.—
Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
90To Juliet’s grave, for there must I use thee.
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ROMEO
(gives APOTHECARY
money) There is your gold. Money is a
worse poison to men’s souls, and commits more murders in
this awful world, than these poor poisons that you’re not
allowed to sell. I’ve sold
you poison. You haven’t sold
me any. Goodbye. Buy yourself food, and put some flesh on your
bones. I’ll take this mixture, which is a medicine, not a
poison, to Juliet’s grave. That’s where I must use
it.
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Exeunt
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They exit.
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