And that I love the tree from whence thou sprang’st,
Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
[Aside.] To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master;
And cried, all hail! when as he meant all harm.
3 Henry VI., v. 7.
Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
Richard III., i. 2.