A. C. Wootton, Chronicles of Pharmacy, Vol. 2… (1910)
“ Apothecary!Ap.Who calls so loud?Rom. Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor;Hold, there is forty ducats; let me have [81] A dram of poison; such soon speeding gear [82] 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 breathAs violently as hasty powder firedDoth hurry from the fatal cannon’s womb.Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua’s lawIs death to any he that utters them.Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,And fear’st to die? famine is in thy cheeks. ”
