ROMEO: Noting his poverty, I said to myself:
If a man ever needed a poison...(which they'd kill you for selling in Mantua)...here's a miserable wretch who would sell it to him.
Oh, the thought came before the need! And now this needy man must sell it to me.
As I remember this should be the house. But today's a holiday, so the beggar's shop is shut.
Open up! Apothecary!
APOTHECARY: Who calls so loud?