_Julius Cæsar_, iii. 2. * * * * * Last thing he did, dear queen, He kissed—the last of many doubled kisses— This orient pearl. _Antony and Cleopatra_, i. 5. * * * * * (_Cleopatra to Messenger._) If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here My bluest veins to kiss; a hand, that kings Have lipped, and trembled kissing. _Antony and Cleopatra_, ii. 5. * * * * * We have kissed away Kingdoms and provinces. _Antony and Cleopatra_, iii. 8. * * * * * _Antony._ Fare thee well, dame, whate’er becomes of me: This is a soldier’s kiss; rebukable, And worthy shameful check it were, to stand On more mechanic compliment. _Antony and Cleopatra_, iv. 4. * * * * * _Antony._ I am dying, Egypt, dying; only I here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips. ... _Cleopatra._ And welcome, welcome! die, where thou hast lived: Quicken with kissing; had my lips that power, Thus would I wear them out. _Antony and Cleopatra_, iv. 13. * * * * * _Cleopatra._ Come, then, and take the last warmth of my lips. ... If she first meet the curlèd Antony, He’ll make demand of her; and spend that kiss, Which is my heaven to have. _Antony and Cleopatra_, v. 2. * * * * * _Imogene._ Then waved his handkerchief? _Pisanio._ And kissed it, madam. _Imogene._ Senseless linen! happier therein than I! _Cymbeline_, i. 4. * * * * * Ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north, Shakes all our buds from growing. _Cymbeline_, i. 4. * * * * * Cytherea, How bravely thou becom’st thy bed! fresh lily! And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch! But kiss; one kiss! Rubies unparagoned, How dearly they do’t!—’tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus. _Cymbeline_, ii. 2. * * * * * _Imogene._ Last night ’twas on mine arm; I kissed it; I hope it be not gone to tell my lord That I kiss aught but he. _Cymbeline_, ii. 3. * * * * *