_Beaufort._ Then I have read somewhere that man and woman Were, in the first creation, both one piece, And, being cleft asunder, ever since Love was an appetite to be rejoined, As for example—[_Kisses Lætitia._ _New Inn_, iii. 2. * * * * * _Prudence._ The hour is come; your kiss. _Lady F._ My servant’s song, first. _Prudence._ I say the kiss, first; and I so enjoined it. At your own peril, do, make the contempt. _Lady F._ Well, sir, you must be paid, and legally. [_Kisses Lovel._ _Prudence._ Nay, nothing, sir, beyond. _Lovel._ One more—I except. This was but half a kiss, and I would change it. _Prudence._ The court’s dissolved, removed, and the play ended. No sound or air of love more; I decree it. _New Inn_, iv. 3. * * * * * _Marian._ You are a wanton. _Robin Hood._ _One_, I do confess, I _want_-ed till you came; but now I have you I’ll grow to your embraces till two souls, Distillèd into kisses through our lips, Do make one spirit of love. _Sad Shepherd_, i. 2. * * * * * She that will but now discover Where the wingèd wag doth hover Shall to-night receive a kiss, How or where herself would wish; But who brings him to his mother Shall have that kiss and another. _Hue and Cry after Cupid._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. Kiss you at first, my lord! ’tis no fair fashion; Our lips are like rose-buds: blown with men’s breaths, They lose both sap and savor. _Mad Lover._ * * * * * _Guiomar._ You sent this letter? _Rutilio._ My boldness makes me blush now. _Guiomar._ I’ll wipe off that; And with this kiss I take you for my husband. Your wooing’s done, sir; I believe you love me, And that’s the wealth I look for now. _Custom of the Country._ * * * * * My charity shall go along with thee, Though my embraces must be far from thee. I should have killed thee, but this sweet repentance Locks up my vengeance; for which thus I kiss thee, The last kiss we must take! And would to Heaven The holy priest that gave our hands together Had given us equal virtues. _Maid’s Tragedy._ * * * * * _Duke._ Didst thou ne’er wish, Olympia, It might be thus? _Olympia._ A thousand times. _Duke._ Here, take him! Nay, do not blush; I do not jest; kiss sweetly. Boy, you kiss faintly, boy. Heaven give ye comfort! Teach him,—he’ll quickly learn. There’s two hearts eased now. _Loyal Subject._ * * * * *