Well, in her person, I say I will not have you.
ORLANDO. Then, in mine own person, I die.
ROSALIND. No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost
six
thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any
man
died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause. Troilus
had
his brains dash'd 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 liv'd many a fair year, though Hero
had
turn'd nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night;
for,
good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont,
and,
being taken with the cramp, was drown'd; and the foolish
chroniclers of that age found it was- Hero of Sestos. But
these
are all lies: men have died from time to time, and worms have
eaten them, but not for love.
ORLANDO. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for,
I
protest, her frown might kill me.
ROSALIND. By this hand, it will not kill a fly.
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