SIR ANDREW.
And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong as any man in Illyria.
SIR TOBY.
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 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.
SIR ANDREW.
Ay, ’tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a dam’d-colour’d stock. Shall we set about some revels?
SIR TOBY.
What shall we do else? Were we not born under Taurus?
SIR ANDREW.
Taurus? That’s sides and heart.
SIR TOBY.
No, sir, it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee caper. Ha, higher: ha, ha, excellent!
[Exeunt.]
SCENE IV. A Room in the Duke’s Palace.
Enter Valentine and Viola in man’s attire.
VALENTINE.
If the duke continue these favours towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced; he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger.