Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. O then deare Saint, let lips do what hands do,
Rom. They pray (grant thou) least faith turne to dispaire.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Saints do not moue,
Iul. Though grant for prayers sake.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Then moue not while my prayers effect I take:
Rom. Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd.
Iul. Then haue my lips the sin that they haue tooke.
Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespasse sweetly vrg'd:
Rom. Giue me my sin againe.
Iul. You kisse by'th'booke.
Nur. Nur.
Nur. Madam your Mother craues a word with you.
Rom. What is her Mother?
Nurs. Nurs.