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it's four to one she'll none of me. The count
himself here hard by woos her. 116

Sir To. 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. 120

Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a
fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I de-
light in masques and revels sometimes altogether.

Sir To. Art thou good at these kickchawses, 124
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. 128

Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard,
knight?

Sir And. Faith, I can cut a caper.

Sir To. And I can cut the mutton to 't. 132

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?
wherefore have these gifts a curtain before 'em? 136
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 140
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. 144