_Sir And._ What is _pourquoy_? do, or not do? I would I had bestow'd that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting: O, had I but follow'd the arts! _Sir To._ Then hadst thou had an excellent head of 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? _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 none of me: the duke himself, here hard by, wooes her. _Sir To._ She'll none o' the duke; 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. _Sir And._ 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. _Sir To._ Art thou good at these kick-shaws, knight? _Sir And._ As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I'll not compare 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 strong as any man in Illyria. _Sir To._ Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore have these gifts a curtain before them? why dost thou not go to church in a galliard, and come home in a coranto? My very walk should be a jig. What dost thou mean? is it a world to hide virtues in?--I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was form'd under the star of a galliard. _Sir And._ Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a flame-colour'd stock. Shall we set about some revels? _Sir To._ What shall we do else? were we not born under Taurus? _Sir And._ Taurus? that's sides and heart. _Sir To._ No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee caper:--Ha! higher:--Ha, ha!--excellent! [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _A Room in_ DUKE ORSINO'S _Palace_. _Enter_ VALENTINE, _and_ VIOLA _in Man's Attire_. _Val._ If the duke continue these favors towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced. _Vio._ You either fear his humour, or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love: Is he inconstant, sir, in his favours? _Val._ No, believe me. _Vio._ I thank you.--Here comes the duke. _Enter_ DUKE, CURIO, _and Gentlemen_. _Duke._ Who saw Cesario, ho? _Vio._ On your attendance, my lord; here.