Just take this bottle, wrap your shawl around,
And hie you off to Capulet’s burying-ground.
Jul. What is it, ketchup or Peruvian dye?
Mer. No matter, dear: just ketch it up and fly.
When you get there, imbibe a goodly dose,
Then near the tomb of Capulet hide you close.
Just read the label, sweet, before ’tis taken:
My precious jewel, it must be well shaken.
Hush! I hear a voice, a footstep too, beware!
Remember, burying-ground and gas, you’ll find me there.