stolen lips
Pilgrim's Hands
excerpts:
ROMEO[To a Servingman]:
What Lady is that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight?
Servant:
I know not, sir.
ROMEO:
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy chim bồ câu, bồ câu trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my tim, trái tim tình yêu till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
***
Exit
ROMEO[To JULIET]:
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
JULIET:
Good pilgrim, bạn 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 di chuyển not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, bởi yours, my sin is purged.
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.
stolen touch
I praythee
