ROSALIND. Were it not better, Because that I am more than common tall, That I did suit me all points like a man? A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh, A boar spear in my hand; and - in my heart Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will - We'll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have That do outface it with their semblances.

Were It Not Better

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