070 Orl. How if the kiss be denied?
Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty and there begins new matter.
Orl. Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress?
Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress, [075] or I should think my honesty ranker than my wit.
[076] Orl. What, of my suit?
Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. Am not I your Rosalind?
Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because I would 080 be talking of her.
Ros. Well in her person I say I will not have you.
[082] Orl. Then in mine own person I die.
Ros. No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there 085 was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a [086] love-cause. Troilus had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he could to die before, and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, though Hero had turned nun, if it 090 had not been for a hot midsummer night; for, good youth, [091] he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont and being taken with the cramp was drowned: and the foolish [093] chroniclers of that age found it was ‘Hero of Sestos.’ But these are all lies: men have died from time to time and 095 worms have eaten them, but not for love.