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 tatter'd weeds, with [overwhelming] brows,
Culling of [simples]. Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
[An alligator stuff'd], and other skins
Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves