Be plain, good son, and homely in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy face? Thou wilt quarrel with a tender thing? It is my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a lantern, slaught’red youth, For here lies Juliet, and her Romeo. [_Exeunt._] *** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROMEO AND JULIET *** THE TRAGEDY OF ROMEO AND