Page 523 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Past question, for thou seest it will not curl by nature. [95]

SIR ANDREW
But it becomes me well enough, does’t not?

SIR TOBY
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 ANDREW
Faith, I’ll home to-morrow, Sir Toby; your [100] 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

woos her.

SIR TOBY
She’ll none o’ th’ Count; she’ll not match above her degree, neither in estate,
years, nor wit; I have heard her swear’t. Tut, there’s life in’t, man. [105]

SIR ANDREW
I’ll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o’ th’ strangest mind i’ th’ world: I

delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether.

SIR TOBY

Art thou good at these kickshawses, knight?

SIR ANDREW
As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, [110] under the degree of my
betters; and yet I will not compare with an old man.

SIR TOBY
What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight?

SIR ANDREW
Faith, I can cut a caper.

SIR TOBY
And I can cut the mutton to’t. [115]