Ros. Nay, and you be so tardie, come no more in my sight, I had as liefe be woo'd of a Snaile
Orl. Of a Snaile? Ros. I, of a Snaile: for though he comes slowly, hee carries his house on his head; a better ioyncture I thinke then you make a woman: besides, he brings his destinie with him
Orl. What's that?
Ros. Why hornes: w such as you are faine to be beholding
to your wiues for: but he comes armed in his
fortune, and preuents the slander of his wife
Orl. Vertue is no horne-maker: and my Rosalind is
vertuous
Ros. And I am your Rosalind
Cel. It pleases him to call you so: but he hath a Rosalind of a better leere then you
Ros. Come, wooe me, wooe mee: for now I am in a holy-day humor, and like enough to consent: What would you say to me now, and I were your verie, verie Rosalind? Orl. I would kisse before I spoke
Ros. Nay, you were better speake first, and when you were grauel'd, for lacke of matter, you might take occasion to kisse: verie good Orators when they are out, they will spit, and for louers, lacking (God warne vs) matter, the cleanliest shift is to kisse
Orl. How if the kisse be denide?
Ros. Then she puts you to entreatie, and there begins
new matter
Orl. Who could be out, being before his beloued
Mistris?
Ros. Marrie that should you if I were your Mistris,
or I should thinke my honestie ranker then my wit