There's something strange & appealing all at once about apothecaries. It's the apothecary that gives that fateful potion to Romeo: Apothecary. Who calls so loud? Romeo. Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor: Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the veins That the life-weary taker may fall dead And that the trunk may be discharged of breath As violently as hasty powder fired Doth hurry from the fatal…
