posted May 08, 2022 04:49 AM
Fully aware that my world is probably for another setting, I need to thank you for letting me show a small part of it...For all those sensual Tauruses who indulge in all senses...
Twelfth Night / by William Shakespeare
Act I, Scene III
OLIVIA'S house.
SIR ANDREW
All right, I’ll stay another month. Ah, I’m an odd
kind of guy. Sometimes all I want to do is see
plays and go out dancing.
SIR TOBY BELCH
Are you good at those kinds of things?
SIR ANDREW
Yes, as good as any man in Illyria, except for the
ones who are better at it than I am. I’m not as
good as someone who’s been dancing for years.
SIR TOBY BELCH
How good are you at those fast dances?
SIR ANDREW
Believe me, I can cut a caper.
SIR TOBY BELCH
And I can cut some meat to go with your capers.
SIR ANDREW
And I can do that fancy backward step as well as
any man in Illyria.
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
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?
SIR ANDREW
Taurus! That governs the torso and heart,
doesn’t it?
SIR TOBY BELCH
No, Sir, the legs and thighs. Let me see you
dance.
(SIR ANDREW dances)
Ha, higher! Ha,
ha, excellent!
They exit.