courage man. the hurt cannot be much.
"i am fortune's fool!"
"…farewell…"
"trust me, love, in my eyes so do you. dry sorrow drinks our blood. adieu. adieu"
"come hither, man. i see that thou art poor. hold, there is forty ducats. let me have a dram of poison--"
"i pay thy poverty and not thy will."
"eyes, look your last! arms, take your last embrace! and lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death! come, bitter conduct; come, unsavory guide! thou desparate pilot, now at once run on the dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark!"
"here's to my love o true apothecary."
"thy drugs are quick. thus with a kiss i die."