Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion.
Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.
Sir To. I mean,—to go, sir, to enter.
Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance: But we are prevented.
Enter Olivia.
Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours on you!
Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier!—Rain odours!—well.
Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed!—I'll get 'em all three ready.
Oli. Leave me to my hearing.