Hold then. go home, be marry, give consent to marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow tomorrow look that thou lie alone let not nurse lie with the in thyy chamber. take thou this vial, being then in bed, and this distille lipour drink thou off; when presently through all thy veins shall run a cold, drowsy humor. for no pulse shall keep his native progress, but surcease no warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livist the rose in thy lips and cheeks shall fade to wanny ashes, thy eyes windows fall like death when he shuts up
O, bid me leap rather than marry Paris, from off the battlements of any tower or walk thievish ways
there is thy gold-worse poisen to mens soals doing more murder in this loathsome world than thee poor compounds that thou mayest 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 juliets grave for there must i use thee.