Act Four

Mantua is nothing like Verona. Nothing is like Verona. The sweet air. The cool water. My Juliet. Ah my wonderful Juliet. How I miss her so. At least in Verona I could talk to her occasionally, but in Mantua there is nothing. All I can do is walk around all day, eat and sleep. There are a lot of interesting people on Mantua though. Just the other day, I saw a very poor looking apothecary. I remember saying:
"An if a man did need a poison now,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.”