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(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).
