R&J Scene 5

CAPULET

Will you tell me that?

His son was but a ward two years ago.

[To DELILAH] What lady is that, which doth

enrich the hand

Of yonder knight?

DELILAH [waving him away]

I know not, sir.

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

Like a jewel in a rich woman’s ear;

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,

As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,

And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!

For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Tybalt storms out

If I profane with my unworthiest hand

This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

JULIET

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.

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

JULIET

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

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

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

JULIET

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

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

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

JULIET

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!

Give me my sin again.

Nurse

Madam, your father craves a word with you.

What is her father?

Nurse

Marry, bachelor,

Her father is the lord of the house,

And a good lord, and a wise and virtuous

I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;

I tell you, he that can lay hold of her

Shall have the riches.

Is she a Capulet?

O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.

BENVOLIO

Away, begone; the sport is at the best.

Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.