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36 ROMEO AND JULIET. Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw ; but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. [Exit. Borneo. \_To Juliet] If I profane with my un worthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this : My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch Avith a tender kiss. Juliet. Good pilgrim, you do Avrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saiiits have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss. Romeo. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too ? Juliet. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Romeo. 0, 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 ? trespass sweetly urg'd ! Give me my sin again. Juliet. You kiss by the book. Nxirse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Photo by Byron