palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss. ROMEO. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? JULIET. Ay, those attires are best. But, gentle Nurse, I pray thee? ROMEO. By love, that first did prompt me to thy lady. NURSE. Ay, a thousand times. Peter! [_Exit Romeo._] PETER. Anon. NURSE. My fan, Peter. MERCUTIO. Good King of Cats,