alligator

No matter . Get thee gone ,
And hire those horses . I’ll be with thee straight .

Well , Juliet , I will lie with thee tonight .
Let’s see for means . O mischief , thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men .
I do remember an apothecary
( And hereabouts he dwells ) which late I noted
In tattered weeds , with overwhelming brows ,
Culling of simples . Meager were his looks .
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones .
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung ,
An alligator stuffed , and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes ; and about his shelves ,
A beggarly account of empty boxes ,
Green earthen pots , bladders , and musty seeds ,
Remnants of packthread , and old cakes of roses
Were thinly scattered to make up a show .
Noting this penury , to myself I said
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 .
O , this same thought did but forerun my need ,
And this same needy man must sell it me .
As I remember , this should be the house .
Being holiday , the beggar’s shop is shut . —
What ho , Apothecary !