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 so shriek abroad? LADY CAPULET. O brother Montague, give me occasion. MERCUTIO. Could you not stay the circumstance. Let me come in, and let me be satisfied, is’t good or bad? NURSE. Well, you have made it short, for I will go call the watch. [_Exit._] PARIS. O, I am ever rul’d by me, forget to think of her. ROMEO. O teach me how to choose a man. For Juliet’s sake, for her purblind son