Juliet Lines 1.5

ROMEO

If I profane with my unworthiest hand

This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this;

For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

ROMEO

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

ROMEO

O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.

They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

ROMEO

Then move not while my prayer's effect I take.

Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

ROMEO

Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!

Give me my sin again.

You kiss by th' book.

CAPULET

Is it e'en so? Why then, I thank you all.

I thank you, honest gentlemen. Good night.—

More torches here.—Come on then, let's to bed.—

Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late.

I'll to my rest

Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?

NURSE

The son and heir of old Tiberio.

What's he that now is going out of door?

NURSE

Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio.

What's he that follows here, that would not dance?

NURSE

I know not.

Go ask his name. The Nurse goes. If he be marrièd,

My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

NURSE

His name is Romeo, and a Montague,

The only son of your great enemy.

My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me

That I must love a loathèd enemy.

NURSE

What's this? What's this?

A rhyme I learned even now

Of one I danced withal.