_Sir To._ O knight, thou lackest a cup of canary: when did I see thee so put down? _Sir And._ 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 80 great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit. _Sir To._ No question. _Sir And._ An I thought that, I'ld forswear it. I'll ride home to-morrow, Sir Toby. _Sir To._ Pourquoi, my dear knight? 85 _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._ Faith, I can cut a caper. _Sir To._ And I can cut the mutton to't. _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?