the loving kiss I give the fruit. To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master, And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm. Now am I seated as my soul delights, Having my country's peace and brothers' loves. What will your grace have done with Margaret? Reignier, her father, to the king of France Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, And hither have they sent it for her ransom. Away with her, and waft her hence to France. And now what rests but that we spend the time With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, Such as befits the pleasure of the court? Sound drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.