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. 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 ANDREW. Ay, 't is strong, and it does indifferent well in flame-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 the caper. Ha! higher! ha, ha, excellent!
[Exeunt.]
SCENE IV.
The DUKE'S palace.
[Enter VALENTINE, and VIOLA in man's attire.]