O true apothecary!Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.

Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity

O happy dagger!This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.

I kissed thee ere I killed thee -- no way but this,Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.

You kiss by the book.