Am not I your Rosalind?

Rosalind, as Ganymede
Am not I your Rosalind?
Orlando
I take some joy to say you are because I
would be talking of her.
Rosalind, as Ganymede
Well, in her person I say I will not have you.

Men have died from time to time and
worms have eaten them, but not for love.

Orlando
Then, in mine own person I die.
Rosalind, as Ganymede
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 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
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 drowned; 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, as Ganymede
By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come;
now I will be your Rosalind in a morecoming-on
disposition, and ask me what you will, I will grant it.
Orlando
Then love me, Rosalind.
Rosalind, as Ganymede
Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays and all.
Orlando
And wilt thou have me?
Rosalind, as Ganymede
Ay, and twenty such.
Orlando
What sayest thou?
Rosalind, as Ganymede
Are you not good?
Orlando
I hope so.
Rosalind, as Ganymede
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
—Come, sister, you shall be the priest and marry us.
—Give me your hand, Orlando.—What do you say, sister?
Orlando, to Celia
Pray thee marry us.
Celia, as Aliena
I cannot say the words.