O night! thou lackest a cup of canary; when did I see thee so put down?
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never in your life, I think; unless you see canary put me down. Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a christian or an ordinary man has; but I am a gret eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit
porquoi, my dear night?
what is porquoi? do or do not? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting. Oh, but had I followed the arts!
an thought that, I´d forswear it, I´ll ride home tomorrow, sir toby
Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair.
excellent; it hangs like flax in a distaffm and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs, and spin it off
past question; for thou seest it will not curl by nature.
But it becomes me well enough, does it not?
why. would that have mended my hair?
Faith, I'll home tomorrow, Sir Toby; your niece will not be seen; or if she be, it's four to one she'll be none of me. The count himself here hard by woos her.
she'll none o' the count; she'll not match above her degree; neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have heard her swear it. Tut, there's life in't, man.
I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether
what is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?
And I can cut the mutton to't
Art thou good at these kickshawses, night?
And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong as any man in Illyria.
faith, I can cut a caper!
as any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare with an old man.
wherefore are these things hid? Wherefore have these gifts a curtain before 'em? Are they like to take dust in a galliard, and come home in a coranto? My ver 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 in a world to hide virtues in? I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under tje star of a gallieard.
no, sir, it is legs and thighs, Let me see thee caper. Ha! higher; ha, ha! Excellent!
What shall we do else? were we not born under taurus?
Taurus! that's sides and heart.
Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a flame coloured stock. Shall we set about some revels?