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| Romeo |
[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand |
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This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: |
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My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand |
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To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. |
| Juliet |
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, |
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Which mannerly devotion shows in this; |
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For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, |
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And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. |
| Romeo |
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? |
| Juliet |
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. |
| Romeo |
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; |
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They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. |
| Juliet |
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. |
| Romeo |
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. |
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Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. |
| Juliet |
Then have my lips the sin that they have took. |
| Romeo |
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! |
| Juliet |
You kiss by the book. |
| Nurse |
Madam, your mother craves a word with you. |
| Romeo |
What is her mother? |
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Her mother is the lady of the house, |
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And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous |
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I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal; |
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I tell you, he that can lay hold of her |
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O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. |
| Benvolio |
Away, begone; the sport is at the best. |
| Romeo |
Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. |
| Capulet |
Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; |
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We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. |
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Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all |
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I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. |
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More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed. |
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Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late: |
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Exeunt all but JULIET and NURSE |
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