12th night thingiemajig
Updated: 10/21/2020
12th night thingiemajig

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  • O night! thou lackest a cup of canary; when did I see thee so put down?
  • no question
  • All quotes from page 34-38
  • 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?
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