Twelfe Night, or, What you will.
Ile stay a moneth longer. I am a fellow o'th
strangest minde i'th world: I delight in Maskes and Re
uels sometimes altogether.
Art thou good at these kicke‑chawses Knight
As any man in Illyria, whatsoeuer he be, vnder
the degree of my betters, & yet I will not compare with
an old man.
What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
Faith, I can cut a caper.
And I can cut the Mutton too't.
And I thinke I haue the backe‑tricke, simply as
strong as any man in Illyria.
Wherefore are these things hid? Wherefore haue
these gifts a Curtaine before 'em? Are they like to take
dust, like mistris
Mals picture? Why dost thou not goe
to Church in a Galliard, and come home in a Carranto
My verie walke should be a Iigge: I would not so much
as make water but in a Sinke‑a‑pace: What dooest thou
meane? Is it a world to hide vertues in? I did thinke by
the excellent constitution of thy legge, it was form'd vn
der the starre of a Galliard.
I, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a
dam'd colour'd stocke. Shall we sit about some Reuels?
What shall we do else: were we not borne vnder
Taurus? That sides and heart.
No sir, it is leggs and thighes: let me see thee ca
per. Ha, higher: ha, ha, excellent.
If the Duke continue these fauours towards you
Cesario, you are like to be much aduanc'd, he hath known
you but three dayes, and already you are no stranger.
You either feare his humour, or my negligence,
that you call in question the continuance of his loue. Is
he inconstant sir, in his fauours.
No beleeue me.
I thanke you: heere comes the Count.
On your attendance my Lord heere.
Say I do speake with her (my Lord) what then?
I thinke not so, my Lord.