For saints have hands that pilgrims` hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers´ kiss.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer
Well, then dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers´ sake
Then move not, while my prayers´ effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
You kiss by the book.
Juliet? JULIET!
Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Come lets away.
Is she a Capulet?
His name is Romeo, and he´s a Montague; The only son of your great enemy.