NESTOR.
And very courtly counsel: I’ll begin.
So much for Nestor.
ACHILLES.
I’ll take that winter from your lips, fair lady.
Achilles bids you welcome.
MENELAUS.
I had good argument for kissing once.
PATROCLUS.
But that’s no argument for kissing now;
For thus popp’d Paris in his hardiment,
And parted thus you and your argument.
ULYSSES.
O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns!
For which we lose our heads to gild his horns.
PATROCLUS.
The first was Menelaus’ kiss; this, mine:
Patroclus kisses you.
MENELAUS.
O, this is trim!
PATROCLUS.
Paris and I kiss evermore for him.
MENELAUS.
I’ll have my kiss, sir. Lady, by your leave.
CRESSIDA.
In kissing, do you render or receive?