Part 86 (1/2)

(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._