The most excellent Tragedie,
659488Ca: Goe too, you are a
saucie knaue.
661489This tricke will
scath you one day I know what.
663490Well
said my hartes. Be quiet:
664491More light Ye knaue, or I will make you quiet.
666492Tibalt: Patience perforce with wi full choller mee
- (ting. 667493Makes my
fle
sh tremble in their di
fferent greetings:
668494I will withdraw, but this intru
sion
shall
669495Now
seeming
sweet, conuert to bitter gall.
670496Rom: If I prophane with my vnworthie hand,
671497This holie
shrine, the gentle
sinne is this:
672498My lips two blu
shing Pilgrims ready
stand,
673499To
smooth the rough touch with a gentle ki
sse.
674500Iuli: Good Pilgrime you doe wrong your hand too
(much, 676501Which mannerly deuotion
shewes in this:
677502For Saints haue hands which holy Palmers touch,
678503And Palme to Palme is holy Palmers ki
sse.
679504Rom: Haue not Saints lips, and holy Palmers too?
680505Iuli: Yes Pilgrime lips that they mu
st v
se in praier.
681506Ro: Why then faire
saint, let lips do what hands doo,
682507They pray, yeeld thou, lea
st faith turne to di
spaire.
683508Iu: Saints doe not mooue though: grant nor praier
685510Ro: Then mooue not till my praiers e
ffe
ct I take.
686511Thus from my lips, by yours my
sin is purgde.
687512Iu: Then haue my lips the
sin that they haue tooke.
688513Ro: Sinne from my lips, O tre
spa
sse
sweetly vrgde!
689514Giue me my
sinne againe.
690515Iu: You ki
sse by the booke.
691516Nurse: Madame your mother calles. 692517Rom: What is her mother?
693518Nurse: Marrie Batcheler her mother is the Ladie of the 694519house, and a good Lady, and a wise, and a vertuous. I nurst her