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PARIS: Will you now deny to dance? LADY CAPULET: A man, young lady, such a man.

TYBALT CAPULET - Prince of Cats: What? There's that slave come hither to fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honor of my kin to strike him dead, I hold it not a sin!

ROMEO: If I profane with my unworthiest hand. This holy shrine, the gentle sin 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 thine, my sin is purged.

JULIET: Then have my lips the sin that they have took. ROMEO: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

JULIET: You kiss by th' book.

LADY CAPULET: Juliet? JULIET!

NURSE: Madam! Your mother craves a word with you.

NURSE: Come, let's away!

ROMEO: Is she a Capulet...?

NURSE: His name is Romeo, and a Montague, the only son of your great enemy.