_Sir And._ An I thought that, I'ld forswear it. I'll ride home to-morrow, Sir Toby.
_Sir And._ What is 'pourquoi'? do or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in fencing, dancing and bear-baiting: O, had I but followed the arts!
_Sir To._ Then hadst thou had an excellent head of 90 hair.
_Sir And._ Why, would that have mended my hair?
_Sir To._ Past question; for thou seest it will not curl by nature.
_Sir And._ But it becomes me well enough, does't not? 95
_Sir To._ Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs and spin it off.
_Sir And._ Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your niece will not be seen; or if she be, it's four to one she'll 100 none of me: the count himself here hard by woos her.
_Sir To._ She'll none o' the count: she'll not match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have heard her swear't. Tut, there's life in't, man.
_Sir And._ I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' 105 the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether.
_Sir To._ Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight?
_Sir And._ As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare 110 with an old man.
_Sir To._ What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
_Sir And._ And I think I have the back-trick simply as 115 strong as any man in Illyria.
_Sir To._ Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have these gifts a curtain before 'em? are they like to take dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? why dost thou not go to church in a galliard and come home in a coranto? My 120 very walk should be a jig; I would not so much as make water but in a sink-a-pace. What dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard. 125
_Sir And._ Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels?
_Sir To._ What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus?
_Sir And._ Taurus! That's sides and heart. 130
_Sir To._ No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee caper: ha! higher: ha, ha! excellent! [_Exeunt._