Ma. Good Mistris accost, I desire better acquaintance Ma. My name is Mary sir And. Good mistris Mary, accost To, You mistake knight: Accost, is front her, boord her, woe her, assayle her And. By my troth I would not vndertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of Accost? Ma. Far you well Gentlemen To. And thou let part so Sir Andrew, would thou mightst neuer draw sword agen And. And you part so mistris, I would I might neuer draw sword agen: Faire Lady, doe you thinke you haue fooles in hand? Ma. Sir, I haue not you by'th hand An. Marry but you shall haue, and heeres my hand Ma. Now sir, thought is free: I pray you bring your hand to'th Buttry barre, and let it drinke An. Wherefore (sweet-heart?) What's your Metaphor? Ma. It's dry sir And. Why I thinke so: I am not such an asse, but I can keepe my hand dry. But what's your iest? Ma. A dry iest Sir And. Are you full of them? Ma. I Sir, I haue them at my fingers ends: marry now I let go your hand, I am barren. Exit Maria To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of Canarie: when did I see thee so put downe? An. Neuer in your life I thinke, vnlesse you see Canarie put me downe: mee thinkes sometimes I haue no more wit then a Christian, or an ordinary man ha's: but I am a great eater of beefe, and I beleeue that does harme to my wit To. No question An. And I thought that, I'de forsweare it. Ile ride home to morrow sir Toby To. Pur-quoy my deere knight? An. What is purquoy? Do, or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that I haue in fencing dancing, and beare-bayting: O had I but followed the Arts To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of haire An. Why, would that haue mended my haire? To. Past question, for thou seest it will not coole my nature An. But it becoms me wel enough, dost not? To. Excellent, it hangs like flax on a distaffe: & I hope to see a huswife take thee between her legs, & spin it off An. Faith Ile home to morrow sir Toby, your niece wil not be seene, or if she be it's four to one, she'l none of me: the Count himselfe here hard by, wooes her To. Shee'l none o'th Count, she'l not match aboue hir degree, neither in estate, yeares, nor wit: I haue heard her swear't. Tut there's life in't man And. Ile stay a moneth longer. I am a fellow o'th strangest minde i'th world: I delight in Maskes and Reuels sometimes altogether To. Art thou good at these kicke-chawses Knight? And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoeuer he be, vnder the degree of my betters, & yet I will not compare with an old man To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight? And. Faith, I can cut a caper To. And I can cut the Mutton too't And. And I thinke I haue the backe-tricke, simply as strong as any man in Illyria