Part 84 (2/2)

When you have our Roses, You barely leave us thorns to p.r.i.c.k ourselves And mock us with our bareness.

_All's Well that Ends Well_, act iv, sc. 2 (18).

(8) _Lord._

Let one attend him with a silver basin Full of Rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers.

_Taming of the Shrew_, Induction, sc. 1 (55).

(9) _Petruchio._

I'll say she looks as clear As morning Roses newly wash'd with dew.

_Ibid._, act ii, sc. 1 (173).

(10) _Tyrrell._

Their lips were four red Roses on a stalk, Which in their summer beauty kiss'd each other.

_Richard III_, act iv, sc. 3 (12).

(11) _Friar._

The Roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes.

_Romeo and Juliet_, act iv, sc. 1 (99).

(12) _Romeo._

Remnants of packthread and old cakes of Roses Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.

_Ibid._, act v, sc. 1 (47).

(13) _Hamlet._

With two Provincial Roses on my razed shoes.

_Hamlet_, act iii, sc. 2 (287).

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