Romeo and Juliet

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.

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

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

Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd. [Kissing her.]

Juliet.Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Romeo. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd!

Give me my sin again.

Juliet.You kiss by the book.

Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.

Romeo. What is her mother?

Nurse. Marry, bachelor,
Her mother is the lady of the house.
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.
I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal;
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her.
Shall have the chinks.

Romeo. Is she a Capulet?

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

Benvolio. Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.

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

Capulet. 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;
I thank you, honest gentlemen, good-night.
More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
Ah, sirrah [to Second Capulet], by my fay, it waxes late;
I'll to my rest.

[Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse.]

Juliet. Come hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?

Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.

Juliet. What's he that now is going out of door?

Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio.

Juliet.What's he that follows there, that would not dance?

Nurse. I know not.

Juliet. Go ask his name. if he be married,

My grave is like to be my wedding-bed.

Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague;

The only son of your great enemy.

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 loathed enemy.

Nurse. What's this? What's this?

Juliet. A rhyme I learn'd even now

Of one I danc'd withal. [One calls within, 'Juliet.']

Nurse. Anon, anon! Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.

[Exeunt.]

ACT II.

THE PROLOGUE

[Enter Chorus.]