Romeo:
If I profane with my unworthiest hand, This holy shrine: 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 do touch. 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. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Juliet:
But, Saints do not move their palms for prayers' sake.
Romeo:
Then move not. While my prayer's effect I take.
[kiss]
Romeo:
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! Give me my sin again.
[kiss]
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