Romeo and Juliet

ROMEO	[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
	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 yours, my sin is purged.
JULIET	Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
ROMEO	Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
	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 nursed 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.
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 Petrucio.
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 danced withal.
Nurse	Anon, anon!
	Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.