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I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me.

What! Art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

-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.

-Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

-O! then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

-Then move not, while my prayers’ effect I take

Earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, she is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; an she agree, within her scope of choice Leis my consent and fair according voice.

-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.

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

-Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
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I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me.

What! Art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

-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.

-Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

-O! then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

-Then move not, while my prayers’ effect I take

Earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, she is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; an she agree, within her scope of choice Leis my consent and fair according voice.

-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.

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

-Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
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I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me.

What! Art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

-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.

-Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

-O! then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

-Then move not, while my prayers’ effect I take

Earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, she is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; an she agree, within her scope of choice Leis my consent and fair according voice.

-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.

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

-Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
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I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me.

What! Art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

-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.

-Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

-O! then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

-Then move not, while my prayers’ effect I take

Earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, she is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; an she agree, within her scope of choice Leis my consent and fair according voice.

-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.

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

-Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
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I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me.

What! Art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

-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.

-Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

-O! then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

-Then move not, while my prayers’ effect I take

Earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, she is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; an she agree, within her scope of choice Leis my consent and fair according voice.

-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.

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

-Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
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  • I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me.
  • What! Art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
  • Earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, she is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; an she agree, within her scope of choice Leis my consent and fair according voice.
  • -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. -Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer-Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
  • -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.-Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?-O! then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. -Then move not, while my prayers’ effect I take
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