Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee,
To make the base earth proud with kissing it.
Richard II., iii. 3.
(Richard to the Queen.)
Let me unkiss the oath ’twixt thee and me;
And yet not so, for with a kiss ’twas made.[20]
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Come, come, in wooing sorrow let’s be brief,
Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief.