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 that know
little but bowling, it will please plentifully.
Shep. Away! we'll none on't: here has been too much
homely foolery already. I know, sir, we weary you.
Pol. You weary those that refresh us: pray, let's see
these four threes of herdsmen.
Serv. One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath