As I remember, this should be the house.
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.—
What, ho! apothecary!
Enter Apothecary
Apothecary.Who calls so loud?
Romeo. Come hither, man. 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