"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.Celia: What shall I call thee when thou art a man?Rosalind: I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page; And therefore look you call me Ganymede."