2.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.
1.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.
2.JULIET You kiss by th’ book.
1.Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.r. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged. Give me my sin again. He kisses her
3.NURSE: Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Juliet moves toward her mother.
JULIET: 1.Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman.JULIET What’s he that now is going out of door?:JULIET: What’s he that follows here, that would not dance. JULIET:did you ask his name.Last:. JULIET 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.
2.Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone.We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.— Is it e’en so? Why then, I thank you all.
NURSE: 3::His name is Romeo thy football player, and a Montague, The only son of your great enemy. The son and heir of old Tiberio.Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio Not.