(28) _Boyet._

Blow like sweet Roses in this summer air.

_Princess._

How blow? how blow? Speak to be understood.

_Boyet._

Fair ladies mask'd are Roses in their bud; Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels veiling clouds, or Roses blown.

_Ibid._, act v, sc. 2 (293).

(29) _Touchstone._

He that sweetest Rose will find, Must find Love's p.r.i.c.k and Rosalind.

_As You Like It_, act iii, sc. 2 (117).

(30) _Countess._

This Thorn Doth to our Rose of youth rightly belong.

_All's Well that Ends Well_, act i, sc. 3 (135).

(31) _b.a.s.t.a.r.d._

My face so thin, That in mine ear I durst not stick a Rose.

_King John_, act i, sc. 1 (141).

(32) _Antony._

Tell him he wears the Rose Of youth upon him.

_Antony and Cleopatra_, act iii, sc. 13 (20).

(33) _Cleopatra._

Against the blown Rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.

_Ibid._ (39).

(34) _Boult._

For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a Rose; and she were a Rose indeed!

_Pericles_, act iv, sc. 6 (37).

(35) _Gower._

Even her art sisters the natural Roses.

_Ibid._, act v, chorus (7).

(_See_ CHERRY, No. 5.)

(36) _Juliet._

What's in a name? That which we call a Rose By any other name would smell as sweet.

_Romeo and Juliet_, act ii, sc. 2 (43).

(37) _Ophelia._

The expectancy and Rose of the fair state.

_Hamlet_, act iii, sc. 1 (160).

(38) _Hamlet._

Such an act . . . takes off the Rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there.

_Ibid._, act iii, sc. 4 (40).

(39) _Oth.e.l.lo._

When I have pluck'd the Rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.

_Oth.e.l.lo_, act v, sc. 2 (13).

(40) _Timon._

Rose-cheeked youth.

_Timon of Athens_, act iv, sc. 3 (86).