And I think I have the back-trick simply as strong as any
man in Illyria.
SIR ANDREW
And I can do that fancy backward step as well as any man in Illyria.
SIR TOBY BELCH
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
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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 TOBY BELCH
Why do you hide these things? Why do you keep these talents behind a curtain? Are they likely to get dusty? Why don't you go off to church dancing one way, and come home dancing another way? If I had your talents, I'd be dancing a jig every time I walked down the street. I wouldn't even pee without dancing a waltz. What are you thinking? Is this the kind of world where we hide our accomplishments? You're a born dancer. Look how shapely your legs are.
SIR ANDREW
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Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well in a dun-colored
stock. Shall we set about some revels?
SIR ANDREW
That's true. They're strong, and they look pretty good in brown tights. Should we throw a little dance party?
SIR TOBY BELCH
What shall we do else? Were we not born under Taurus?
