danced before the king; and not the worst of the three but
jumps twelve foot and a half by the [squier].
Shep. Leave your prating: since these good men are
pleased, let them come in; but quickly now.
Serv. [Why,] they stay at door, sir. [Exit.]
[Here] a dance of twelve Satyrs.
[Pol.] O, father, you'll know more of that [hereafter.]
[To Cam.] Is it not too far gone? 'Tis time to part them.
He's simple and tells much. How now, fair shepherd!
Your heart is full of something that does take