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. Now my sin has been taken from my lips by yours.
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.

















