Shakespeare as a physicianComprising every word which in any way relates to medicine, surgery or obstetrics, found in the complete works of that writer, with criticisms and comparison of the same with the medical thoughts of to-day . believe that unsubstantial death is amorous; and that the leanabhorred monster keeps thee here in dark to be his fear of that I still will stay with thee, and never from this placeof dim night depart again: here, here will I remain with wormsthat are thy chambermaids; O! here will I sit up my everlasting 144 SHAKESPEARE AS A PHYSICIAN. rest, and shake
Shakespeare as a physicianComprising every word which in any way relates to medicine, surgery or obstetrics, found in the complete works of that writer, with criticisms and comparison of the same with the medical thoughts of to-day . believe that unsubstantial death is amorous; and that the leanabhorred monster keeps thee here in dark to be his fear of that I still will stay with thee, and never from this placeof dim night depart again: here, here will I remain with wormsthat are thy chambermaids; O! here will I sit up my everlasting 144 SHAKESPEARE AS A PHYSICIAN. rest, and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last; arms, take your last embrace;and lips, O! you, the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss adateless bargain to engrossing death.—Come, bitter conduct, comeunsavory guide! thou desperate pilot, now at once run on the dash-ing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. Heres to my love.—(^Drinkshis poison.) O, true apothecary! thy drugs are quick.—Thus with akiss I die. (^Friar Laurence visits the tomb, and the lady wakes.) Juliet. O, comfortable Friar! where is my love? I do remem-ber well where I should be, and there I am.—Where is my Romeo?. i^riar.—Lady, come from that nest of Lady, comejfrom that nest of death, contagion, and un-natural sleep. Come, come away; thy husband in thy bosom therelies dead; come, I will dispose of thee among a sisterhood of holynuns. Stay not to question; come, go, good Juliet.—I dare nolonger stay. PHARMACOLOGIA. 145 Juliet. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.—Whats here?a cup, closd in my true loves hand? poison, I see, hath been histimeless end.—O churl! drink all, and leave no friendly drop tohelp me after?—I will kiss thy lips; haply, some poison doth yethang on them, to make me die with a restorative. Thy lips arewarm! Juliet then falls dead with Romeos dagger buried deep in herheart. The old Friar explained the whole matter to th
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