Blakey Dragon: If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to
smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Oppey
bear:
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your 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.
Blakey Dragon: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers, too?
Oppey
bear: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Blakey Dragon: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. (They kiss) Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.
Oppey
bear: Then have my lips the sin that they have took?
Blakey Dragon: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
Oppey
Bear: )they kiss again) You kiss by the book.