“true apothecary thy drugs art quick”

“O true apothecary!Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die”

“Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.”

“Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name.”

“what ho, apothecary!”

“Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.”

“O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou beWhen time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feetWhere thou and I henceforth may never meet.”