ROMEO: Well, Juliet, I'll lie with you tonight. But how...
Ah, wicked thoughts! You come quickly to the minds of desperate men!
I remember an apothecary* who dwells nearby...
...I noted his tattered clothes, his large, hanging eyebrows.
He was making drugs from herbs. He looked as if misery had worn him down to the bone.
...In his poor little shop there hung a tortoise shell, a stuffed alligator, and skins of other strange fishes.
On his shelves were empty boxes, clay pots, musty seeds, bits of string, and old cakes of rose petals, thinly scattered to make a display.