Act 5, scene 3 – The Folger SHAKESPEARE
2021-7-27 · Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark! Here’s to my love. ⌜ Drinking. ⌝ O true apothecary, 120 Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. ⌜ He dies. ⌝ Enter Friar ⌜ Lawrence ⌝ with lantern, crow, and spade.
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