Here – (drum roll) - is The Answer to the Berownial quiz of this week.
In Mantua there’s a chap you may have heard of, name of Romeo.
At the moment, he is devastated. He has just learned that Juliet is dead. (Not true, but he doesn’t know that.) Despondent, he decides to end it all.
“Is it even so? Then I defy you, stars!
Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night…
Let's see for means. I do remember an apothecary…”
The apothecary’s shop is in very poor shape. Business has obviously been terrible.
“Noting this penury, to myself I said
If a man did need a poison now,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a sorry wretch would sell it him.”
To the druggist, obviously a desperate man, he says:
“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.”
“Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
is death to anyone that sells them.”
“The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.”
“My poverty, but not my will, consents.”
“Romeo and Juliet,” Act 5, Scene 1.
And here's the original post
(For Three-Word Wednesday and ABC Wednesday: "S" is for "Solution")
The following is my somewhat altered version of a fairly well-known story. Your assignment, should you choose to take it, is: WHICH story?
“Why did you come to me?”
“I read an article in the morning paper. Seems this old drugstore has been around for the last 100 years or so. A local landmark.”
“That’s right. My grandfather started it”
“And now the paper says the town is going to lose the landmark because you’re heading into bankruptcy and closing down the place.”
“Uh – what does any of this have to do with you?”
“Well, I thought I could be of help. I have a plan and I'd like to put it in motion. With the right amount of money you could avoid bankruptcy and fix this place up like new.”
“That’s kind of funny. The bank won’t loan me a cent and you, a drugstore customer I’ve never seen before, are going to loan me enough to pay off everybody? Is that what you’re saying?”
“I’m not going to loan it to you. As you say, I’m a customer. I’ll purchase stuff and pay you well for what I buy.”
“I think I’m beginning to see what you’re getting at. You want me to sell you items of pharmacology that the law prevents me from selling without a doctor’s prescription. And then you’ll give me a large amount of cash.”
“Ha - I couldn’t have phrased it better myself.”
“Listen, I made a little vow to myself long ago. I’ll have nothing to do with druggies. The best thing you could do right now is just leave peacefully.”
“Sure, I’ll leave. But then your future will be nothing but bankruptcy and closing down this fine old store. I can prevent all that with just one business deal.”
“Has it occurred to you, aside from the moral issue, that this would be illegal?”
“No one, absolutely no one, would ever know about it – just you and me.”
“I wouldn’t be able to sleep nights.”
“How many nights are you going to be able to sleep after you lose the store? And a guy your age, the only kind of job you’ll be able to get will have you saying, You want fries with that?”
(A moment's silence) “How – how much money are we talking about?”
“Here. I prepared this envelope. There’s easily more in it than you make in two years. It’s the solution to all your problems.”
“I – I never would have believed I would ever do anything like this. If I do it, I’ll do it under protest.”
“Sure. That’s good. You protest to me and I’ll protest back. Then we’ll both go off and get a good night’s sleep.”
Go on; take a guess. Which story is this based on?
(Also submitted to Sunday Scribblings)
1 year ago