Patroclus. But that’s no argument for kissing now.
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The first was Menelaus’ kiss;—this, mine;
Patroclus kisses you.
Men. Oh, this is trim!
Patr. Paris and I kiss evermore for him.
Men. I’ll have my kiss, sir:—Lady, by your leave.
Cressida. In kissing, do you render or receive?[23]
Patr. Both take and give.
Cres. I’ll make my match to live.