Drug, “blown”, weed, garden

Hamlet [3.2.253-262]. Lucianus. “Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing,/ Confederate season else no creature seeing,/ Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected/ With Hecate’s ban thrice blasted, thrice infected/ Thy natural magic and dire property/ On wholesome life usurp immediately.” Hamlet. “‘A poisons him i’ th’ garden for his estate. His name’s Gonzago. The story is extant, and written in very choice Italian. You shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago’s wife.”