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).

(14) _Laertes._

O Rose of May,
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!

_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 5 (157).

(15) _Duke._

For women are as Roses, whose fair flower
Being once display'd doth fall that very hour.

_Twelfth Night_, act ii, sc. 4 (39).

(16) _Constance._

Of Nature's gifts, thou may'st with Lilies boast,
And with the half-blown Rose.

_King John_, act iii, sc. 1 (153).

(17) _Queen._

But soft, but see, or rather do not see,
My fair Rose wither.

_Richard II_, act v, sc. 1 (7).

(18) _Hotspur._

To put down Richard, that sweet lovely Rose,
And plant this Thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke.

_1st Henry IV_, act i, sc. 3 (175).

(19) _Hostess._

Your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any Rose.

_2nd Henry IV_, act ii, sc. 4 (27).

(20) _York._

Then will I raise aloft the milk-white Rose,
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.

_2nd Henry VI_, act i, sc. 1 (254).

(21) _Don John._

I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a Rose in his grace.

_Much Ado About Nothing_, act i, sc. 3 (27).

(22) _Theseus._

But earthlier happy is the Rose distill'd
Than that which withering on the virgin Thorn
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.[244:1]

_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act i, sc. 1 (76).

(23) _Lysander._

How now, my love! Why is your cheek so pale?