Asking for Her Kiss

Give me thy kiss, Juliet, give me thy kiss! 
I with my body worship thee and vow 
Such service to thy needs as man can do. 
I ask no nobler servitude than this. 
Am I not thine, the bondsman of thy love, 
Whom thou hast bought and ransomed with a price, 
And therefore worthy to be ranked above 
The very stars that in the heavens move? 
And, Juliet, since I thus am one with you, 
And kinglier than Plantagenet or Guelph, 
What price were meet for my high mightiness? 
What gold of joy, what hope, what heavenly pelf 
Hast thou to give? Nay, sweetest, give thyself.