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Sir And. Wherefore, sweet heart? what's your metaphor?
Mar. It's dry, Sir.
Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such an ass, but I can keep my hand dry. But what's
Mar. A dry jest, Sir.
Mar. Ay, Sir; I have them at my finger's ends : marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren.
[Exit MARIA. Sir To. O Knight, thou lack'st a cup of cana. ry: When did I see thee so, put down?
Sir And. Never in yonr life, I think; unless you see canary put me down: Methinks, sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian, ordinary man has: but I am a great eater of beef, and, I believe, that does harm to my wit.
Sir To. No question.
Sir And. An I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll ride home to-morrow, Sir Tolıy.
Sir To. Pourquoy, my dear knight?
Sir And. What is pourquoy? do, or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting: 0, 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 fax on a dis. taff; and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs, and spin it off,
Sir And Faith, l'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 Count himself, here hard by, wooes her.
sir Io. She'll none o'the Count; 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 fel. low o'the strangest mind i'the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether.
Sir To. Art thon 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 will not compare with an old man.
Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, Knight ?.
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? where. fore have these gifts a curtain before them ? they like to take dust, like mistress Mall's pictu• re? 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 thoi mean? is it a world to hide virtues in ? I did thiuk, 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 !
A Room in the Duke's Palace. Enter VALENTINE, and Viola in man's' attire.
Val. 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.
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.
Enter DUKE, CURIO, and Attendants.
Here comes the Count.
Vio. Sure, my noble Lord,
Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, Rather than make unprofited return.
Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my Lord ; What then?
Duke: 0, then unfold the passion of my love, Surprize her with disconrse of my dear faith: It shall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth, Thau in a nuncio of more grave aspect.
Vio. I think not so, my Lord.
Duke. Dear lad, believe it; For they shall yet belie thy happy years, That say, ihou art a man: Diana's lip Is not more smooth, and rubions; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill, and sound, And all is semblative a woman's part. I know, thy constellation is right apt For this afl'air :
:- Some four, or five, attend him; All, if you will: for I myself am best, When least in company: Prosper well in this, And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord, To call his fortunes thine.
Vio. I'll do my best, To woo your lady: yet, [Aside.] a barrful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. [Exeunt.
Enter MARIA, and CLowr. Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not opeil my lips, so wide as a bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence.
Clo. Let her hang me: he, that is well hang'd in this world, needs to fear no colours.
Mar. Make that good.
Mar. A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that saying was born, of, I fear no colours.
Clo. Where, good Mistress 'Mary?
Mar. In the wars ; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery. Clo. Well, God give them wisdom, that have
and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
Mar. Yet you will be hang'd, for being so long absent: or, to be turn'd away; is not that as good as a hanging to you?
Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage ; and, for turuing away, let summer bear it out.
Mar. You are resolute then?
Mar. That, if one break, the other will hold; or, if both break, your gaskins fall.
Clo. Apt, in good faith; very apt! Well, go thy way ; if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.
Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o'that; here comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, , you were best.
Enter OLIVIA, and MALVOLI0. Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling! Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may pass for a wise man: For what says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool, than a fool. ish wit. God bless thee, Lady!
Oli. Take the fool away.
Clo. Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.
Oli. Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you: besides, you grow dishonest.
Clo. Two faults, Madonna, that drink and good counsel will amend: for give the dry fool drink,