| ROMEO[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest handThis holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready standTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. | JULIETGood 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. |
| ROMEOHave not saints lips, and holy palmers too? | JULIETAy, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. |
| ROMEOO, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. | JULIETSaints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake. |
| ROMEOThen move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. | JULIETThen have my lips the sin that they have took. |
| ROMEOSin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!Give me my sin again. | JULIETYou kiss by the book. |
| End 1st set of lines | CAPULETNay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.Is it e’en so? why, then, I thank you allI 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. |
| JULIETCome hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman? | NurseThe son and heir of old Tiberio. |
| JULIETWhat’s he that now is going out of door? | NurseMarry, that, I think, be young Petrucio. |
| JULIETWhat’s he that follows there, that would not dance? | NurseI know not. |
| JULIETGo ask his name: if he be married.My grave is like to be my wedding bed. | NurseHis name is Romeo, and a Montague;The only son of your great enemy. |
| JULIETMy 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 loathed enemy. | NurseWhat’s this? what’s this? |
| JULIETA rhyme I learn’d even nowOf one I danced withal. | End of Scene |
Romeo and Juliet Lines
November 30, 2019