Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Rom. Then move not, while my prayers' effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purg'd.
Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. 112
Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd!
Give me my sin again.
Jul. You kiss by the book.
Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
Rom. What is her mother?
Nurse. Marry, bachelor,
Her mother is the lady of the house, 117
And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous:
I nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
I tell you he that can lay hold of her 120
Shall have the chinks.
Rom. Is she a Capulet?
O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
Ben. Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.
Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; 125
We have a trifling foolish banquettowards.
Is it e'en so? Why then, I thank you all;
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good-night. 128
More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
Ah! sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late;
109 move: propose, instigate
113 urg'd: argued to be such
114 by the book: according to authority
121 chinks: money
122 Cf. n.
126 foolish: trifling
banquet: an after-supper of sweets
towards: in preparation
130 fay: faith
