Nonsense, you're mistaken. Leave me and do what I told you. Don't you have any letters from the friar?
No, my lord.
Doesn't matter. Go away and hire those horses. I'll join you soon.
[Exit Balthasar]
שקופית: 2
Well, Juliet, I will lie with you tonight. Let me figure out how. Oh, misfortune, you quickly enter the minds of desperate men! I remember an apothecary nearby, dressed in rags, with bushy eyebrows, gathering herbs. He looked thin, misery had worn him down, and in his poor shop, there hung a turtle, a stuffed alligator, and other strange fish skins. On his shelves, there were meager collections of empty boxes, green pots, bladders, and musty seeds, along with bits of thread and old dried-up roses scattered around. Seeing his poverty, I said to myself, "If a man needed poison that brings instant death in Mantua, this miserable wretch would sell it to him." Oh, this thought anticipated my own need, and this needy man must sell it to me. I believe this is the house. Since it's a holiday, the beggar's shop is closed.
שקופית: 3
[Enter Apothecary]
Hey, apothecary!
Who's calling so loudly?
Come here, man. I can see that you're poor. Here, take these forty ducats. Give me a vial of poison, a fast-acting substance that will spread through the veins of the one who takes it and cause instant death, expelling all breath from the body violently, like a cannon firing deadly powder.
I do have such lethal drugs, but in Mantua, it's punishable by death to sell them.