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 Orl. What, of my suite? Ros. Not out of your apparrell, and yet out of your suite: Am not I your Rosalind? Orl. I take some ioy to say you are, because I would be talking of her Ros. Well, in her person, I say I will not haue you Orl. Then in mine owne person, I die Ros. No faith, die by Attorney: the poore world is almost six thousand yeeres old, and in all this time there was not anie man died in his owne person (videlicet) in a loue cause: Troilous had his braines dash'd out with a Grecian club, yet he did what hee could to die before, and he is one of the patternes of loue. Leander, he would haue liu'd manie a faire yeere though Hero had turn'd Nun; if it had not bin for a hot Midsomer-night, for (good youth) he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the crampe, was droun'd, and the foolish Chronoclers of that age, found it was Hero of Cestos. But these are all lies, men haue died from time to time, and wormes haue eaten them, but not for loue Orl. I would not haue my right Rosalind of this mind, for I protest her frowne might kill me Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a flie: but come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more comming-on disposition: and aske me what you will, I will grant it Orl. Then loue me Rosalind Ros. Yes faith will I, fridaies and saterdaies, and all Orl. And wilt thou haue me? Ros. I, and twentie such Orl. What saiest thou? Ros. Are you not good? Orl. I hope so Rosalind. Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing: Come sister, you shall be the Priest, and marrie vs: giue me your hand Orlando: What doe you say sister? Orl. Pray thee marrie vs Cel. I cannot say the words Ros. You must begin, will you Orlando Cel. Goe too: wil you Orlando, haue to wife this Rosalind? Orl. I will Ros. I, but when? Orl. Why now, as fast as she can marrie vs Ros. Then you must say, I take thee Rosalind for wife Orl. I take thee Rosalind for wife