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(Enter Servant.)

SERVANT
Master, there is three carters, three shepherds, [320] three neat-herds, three
swine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair, they call themselves
Saltiers, and they have a dance which the wenches say is a gallimaufry of
gambols, because they are not in ’t: but they themselves are o’ the mind (if it

be not too rough for some [325] that know little but bowling) it will please
plentifully.

SHEPHERD
Away! we’ll none on’t: here has been too much homely foolery already. I
know, sir, we weary you.

POLIXENES

You weary those that refresh us: pray, let’s see these four threes of
herdsmen. [330]

SERVANT
One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath danced before the king; and
not the worst of the three but jumps twelve foot and a half by th’ square.

SHEPHERD
Leave your prating: since these good men are pleased, let them come in; but
quickly now. [335]

SERVANT
Why, they stay at door, sir.

Here a dance of twelve Satyrs.

POLIXENES
O, father, you’ll know more of that hereafter.
(To Camillo) Is it not too far gone? ’Tis time to part them.
He’s simple and tells much. (To Florizel) How now, fair shepherd!

Your heart is full of something that does take [340]
Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young