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1. Muf. Why heart's ease?
Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays—My heart is full of woe: 0, play me some merry dump, to com
2. Muf. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.
Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek :
1. Muf. Then will I give you the serving-creature.
Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re you, I'll fa you ; Do you note me ?
Muf. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2. Muf. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out
Pet. Then have at you with my wit ; I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger :Answer me like men:
When griping grief the heart doth wound,
Then mufick, with her silver found;
1. Muf. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty! What fay you, Hugh Rebeck ?
Muf. I say-silver found, because musicians found for silver.
Pel. Pretty too !-What fay you, James Sound post ?
say for you. It is-musick with her filver found, because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding:
Then mufick with ber filver found,
[Exit, finging Muf. What a pestilent knave is this same? 2. Muf. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and itay dinner,
* Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, My dreams presage fome joyful news at hand : My bosom's lord lits lightly in his throne; And, all this day, an unaccustom d fpirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think,) And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, That I reviv'd, and was an emperor. Ab me! how sweet is love itself possess’d, When but love's shadows are so rich in joy?
News from Verona!-How now, Balthafar?
Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill ;
Rem. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars !
Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus :
Tush, thou art deceiv'd;
Bal. No, my good lord.
No matter : Get thee gone, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
[Exit BALTHASAR, Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to night. Let's see for means :--0, mischief! thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary,And hereabouts he dwells,--whom late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling of fimples; meager were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones : And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuff'd, and other skins Of ill-thap'd fithes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. Noting this penury, to myself I laidAn if a man did need a poison now, Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. O, this fame thought did but fore-run my need; And this same needy man must sell it me. As I remember, this should be the house :
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.-
Who calls so loud ? Rom. Come hither, man.--I see, that thou art poor ; Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding geer As will disperse itself through all the veins, That the life-weary taker may fall dead ; And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath As violently, as hasty powder fir'd Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,
Ap. My poverty, but not my will, confents,
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off ; and, if you had the strength pf twenty men, it would despatch you straight.
Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's fouls, Doing more murders in this loathfome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may ft not sell : I fell thee poison, thou halt sold me none. Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in fiesh.Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. [Exeunt.