_Eros._ While you were honest I loved you too. _Septimius._ Honest? Come, pr’ythee kiss me. _Eros._ I kiss no knaves, no murderers, no beasts, No base betrayers of those men that fed ’em; I hate their looks; and, though I may be wanton, I scorn to nourish it with bloody purchase. _False One._ * * * * * _Cleopatra._ [_To Cæsar._] I stood slighted, Forgotten and contemned; my soft embraces, And those sweet kisses you called Elysium, As letters writ in sand, no more remembered. _False One._ * * * * * _Sceva._ [_To Cæsar._] Whilst you are secure here, And offer hecatombs of lazy kisses To the lewd god of love and cowardice, And most lasciviously die in delights, You are begirt with the fierce Alexandrians. _False One._ * * * * * Come, friends, and kill me. Cæsar, be kind, and send a thousand swords; The more the greater is my fall. Why stay ye? Come, and I’ll kiss your weapons. _Valentinian._ * * * * * Oh, my heart! How have I longed to meet you, how to kiss Those lily hands, how to receive the bliss That charming tongue gives to the happy ear Of him that drinks your language! _Faithful Shepherdess._ * * * * * I am not bashful, virgin; I can please At first encounter, hug thee in mine arm, And give thee many kisses, soft and warm As those the sun prints on the smiling cheek Of plums or mellow peaches. _Faithful Shepherdess._ LILLY. Cupid and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses; Cupid paid: He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother’s doves, and team of sparrows,— Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on’s cheek (but none knows how), With these the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple on his chin: All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes: She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? _Alexander and Campaspe._ MARLOWE. Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topmost towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies! _Faustus._ MARSTON.