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Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d.
Give me my sin again.

(He kisses her.)

JULIET

You kiss by th’book. [110]

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 nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal. [115]
I tell you, he that can lay bold 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.

ROMEO

Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. [120]

CAPULET

Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.

They whisper in his ear.
It is 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. [125]
Ah sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late,
I’ll to my rest.