_Mortimer._ Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, And in his bosom spend my latter gasp; Oh, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks, That I may kindly give one fainting kiss. _1 Henry VI._, ii. 5. * * * * * (_Suffolk to Lady Margaret._) Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner. O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly; For I will touch thee but with reverent hands, And lay them gently on thy tender side. I kiss these fingers [_kisses her hand_] for eternal peace. _1 Henry VI._, v. 3. * * * * * _King Henry._ Welcome, Queen Margaret; I can express no kinder sign of love, Than this kind kiss. _2 Henry VI._, i. 1. * * * * * (_Queen Margaret to Suffolk, kissing his hand._) Oh, could this kiss be printed in thy hand, That thou mightst think upon these by the seal, Through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee![21] ... Oh, go not yet! Even thus two friends condemned Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves. _2 Henry VI._, iii. 2. * * * * * And that I love the tree from whence thou sprang’st, Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit. [_Aside._] To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master; And cried, all hail! when as he meant all harm. _3 Henry VI._, v. 7. * * * * * Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. _Richard III._, i. 2. * * * * * Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which, in their summer beauty, kissed each other. _Richard III._, iv. 3. * * * * * (_Henry VIII. to Anne Bullen, after the dance._) Sweetheart, I were unmannerly, to take you out, And not to kiss you.[22] _Henry VIII._, i. 4. * * * * * The hearts of princes kiss obedience, So much they love it. _Henry VIII._, iii. 1. * * * * * _Cressida._ My lord, I do beseech you pardon me; ’Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss: I am ashamed,—Oh, heavens! what have I done? _Troilus and Cressida_, iii. 2. * * * * * As many farewells as the stars in heaven, With distinct breath and consigned kisses to them, He fumbles up into a loose adieu; And scants us with a single famished kiss, Distasted with the salt of broken tears. _Troilus and Cressida_, iv. 4. * * * * * (_Headquarters of the Grecian camp. Enter Diomed with Cressida._)