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APOT HECARY Exeunt.

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.

ROMEO

There is thy gold - worse poison to men’s souls, [80]
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 [85]
To Juliet’s grave, for there must I use thee.

Scene II IT

Enter Friar John.

FRIAR JOHN

Holy Franciscan Friar, Brother, ho!

Enter Friar Laurence.

FRIAR LAURENCE

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, [5]
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, [10]
Seal’d up the doors and would not let us forth,
So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d.

FRIAR LAURENCE