_As You Like It_, iii. 4. * * * * * _Rosalind._ Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent. What would you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind? _Orlando._ I would kiss before I spoke. _R._ Nay, you were better speak first; and when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, lacking (God warn us) matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss. _O._ How if the kiss be denied? _R._ Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter. _As You Like It_, iv. 1. * * * * * _Clown._ He that comforts my wife is the nourisher of my flesh and blood; he that cherishes my flesh and blood loves my flesh and blood; he that loves my flesh and blood is my friend: _ergo_, he that kisses my wife is my friend. _All’s Well that Ends Well_, i. 3. * * * * * _Helena._ I would not tell you what I would. My lord—’faith, yes;— Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss. _All’s Well that Ends Well_, ii. 5. * * * * * I saw sweet beauty in her face, Such as the daughter of Agenor had, That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, When with his knees he kissed the Cretan strand. _Taming of the Shrew_, i. 1. * * * * * _Petruchio._ I tell you, ’tis incredible to believe How much she loves me. Oh, the kindest Kate!— She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath, That in a twink, she won me to her love. _Taming of the Shrew_, ii. 1. * * * * * _Gremio._ This done, he took the bride about the neck, And kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack, That, at the parting, all the church did echo. _Taming of the Shrew_, iii. 2. * * * * * _Petruchio._ First kiss me, Kate, and we will. _Katharine._ What, in the midst of the street? _P._ What, art thou ashamed of me? _K._ No sir; God forbid:—but ashamed to kiss. _P._ Why, then let’s home again. Come, sirrah, let’s away. _K._ Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay. _Taming of the Shrew_, v. 1. * * * * * Never gazed the moon Upon the water, as he’ll stand, and read, As ’twere, my daughter’s eyes; and, to be plain, I think there is not half a kiss to choose Who loves another best. _Winter’s Tale_, iv. 3. * * * * *