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JASON
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To soothe that rough touch with a tender kiss
Good pilgrim...
Good pilgrim...
Wait! I know it, I swear!
PETER (taking over from DIANE)
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
SISTER CHANTELLE
Zach, in Shakespeare's time boys played all the parts
So I'll thank you to keep your ignorance as hidden as possible
Jason...
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do
They pray, grant thou... lest... lest...
...lest faith turn to despair