Romeo and Juliet's First Encounter

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 wht 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 thin, 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. Nurse Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Romeo What is her mother? Nurse Marry bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous. I nursed her daughter that you talked withal. I tell  you , he that can lay hold of her Shall have the chinks. Romeo Is she a Capulet?  O dear account, my life is my foe's debt. Benvolio Away, be gone; the sport is at the best. Capulet Nay gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. Is it e'en so?  Why then I thank you all. I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. More torches here!  Come on, then, let's to bed. [To second Capulet] Ah sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late. I'll to my rest. [Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse] Juliet Come hither Nurse.  What is yond gentlemen? Nurse The son and heir of old Tiberio. Juliet What's he that now is going out of door? Nurse Marry I think be young Pertuchio Juliet What's he that follows here that would not dance? Nurse I know not Juliet Go ask his name--if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding-bed. Nurse His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy. Juliet My only love sprung from my only hate, Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.