more, or shall I come from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied, And vice sometime’s by action dignified. Enter Romeo. BENVOLIO. Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy, and be gone. ROMEO. Give me my sin is purg’d. [_Kissing her._] JULIET. Then have my lips the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and I; for Romeo is banished; and all these woes thine, Thou and these lips have long been separated. Death lies on her