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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 . APOTHECARY . My poverty , but not my will consents . ROMEO . I pay thy poverty , and not thy will . APOTHECARY . Put this in any liquid thing you will And drink it off ; and , if you had the strength Of twenty men , it would despatch you straight . ROMEO . There is thy gold , worse poison to men’s souls , Doing 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 To Juliet’s grave , for there must I use thee . [ Exeunt . ] SCENE II . Friar Lawrence’s Cell . Enter Friar John . FRIAR JOHN . Holy Franciscan Friar ! Brother , ho ! Enter Friar Lawrence . FRIAR LAWRENCE . This same should be the voice of Friar John . Welcome from Mantua . What says Romeo ? Or , if his mind be writ , give me his letter . FRIAR JOHN . Going to find a barefoot brother out , One of our order , to associate me , Here in this city visiting the sick , And finding him , the searchers of the town , Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign , Seal’d up the doors , and would not let us forth , So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d . FRIAR LAWRENCE . Who bare my letter then to Romeo ? FRIAR JOHN . I could not send it , — here it is again , — Nor get a messenger to bring it thee , So fearful were they of infection . FRIAR LAWRENCE . Unhappy fortune ! By my brotherhood , The letter was not nice , but full of charge , Of dear import , and the neglecting it May do much danger . Friar John , go hence , Get me an iron crow and bring it straight Unto my cell . FRIAR JOHN . Brother , I’ll go and bring it thee . [ Exit . ] FRIAR LAWRENCE . Now must I to the monument alone . Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake . She will beshrew me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents ; But I will write again to Mantua , And keep her at my cell till Romeo come . Poor living corse , clos’d in a dead man’s tomb . [ Exit . ] SCENE III . A churchyard ; in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets . Enter Paris , and his Page bearing flowers and a torch . PARIS . Give me thy torch , boy . Hence and stand aloof . Yet put it out , for I would not be seen . Under yond yew tree lay thee all along , Holding thy ear close to the hollow ground ; So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread , Being loose , unfirm , with digging up of graves , But thou shalt hear it . Whistle then to me , As signal that thou hear’st something approach . Give me those flowers . Do as I bid thee , go .
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