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If I profane with my unworthiest hand |
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This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: |
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My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand |
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To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. |
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JULIET |
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Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, |
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Which mannerly devotion shows in this; |
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For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do
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And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. |
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ROMEO |
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Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? |
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JULIET |
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Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. |
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ROMEO |
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O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; |
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They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to
despair. |
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JULIET |
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Saints do not move, though grant for prayers'
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ROMEO |
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Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. |
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Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. |
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JULIET |
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Then have my lips the sin that they have took. |
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ROMEO |
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Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! |
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Give me my sin again. |
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JULIET |
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You kiss by the book. |
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