galliard

— […] sweet to us it is to behold delightful dancing, be it the stately splendour of the Pavane which progresseth as large clouds at sun-down that pass by in splendour; or the graceful Allemande; or the Fandango, which goeth by degrees from languorous beauty to the swiftness and passion of Bacchanals dancing on the high lawns under a summer moon that hangeth in the pine trees; or the joyous maze of the Galliard; or the Gigue, dear to the Foliots.

— Thus every Gibelline hath got his Guelf ; But Selden he's a Galliard by himself ; And well may be ; there's more Divines in him , Than in all this their Jewish Sanhedrim ;