ROMEO: Your hand is like a holy place that my hand is unworthy to visit.
If you're offended by the touch of my hand, my lips stand by like blushing pilgrims, ready to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
JULIET: Good pilgrim, you don't give your hand enough credit. By holding my hand, you show polite devotion.
After all, pilgrims use their hands to touch the hands of saints' statues. Touching palms is like a holy kiss.
ROMEO: Don't saints and pilgrims have lips, too?
JULIET: Yes, pilgrim. They have lips that they should pray with.
ROMEO: Oh then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. I pray for a kiss from you. Grant me my prayer, so my faith doesn't turn to despair.
JULIET: Saints don't move, even when they grant prayers.
ROMEO: Then don't move...while I take from you my prayer.