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, 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 here, 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!