L. 212.
Clo. Pr'ythee, bring him in, and let him approach singing.
Perdita. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in 's tunes.
L. 259.
Clo. [to Autolycus]. What hast here? ballads?
Mopsa. 'Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print, o' life, for then we are sure they are true.
Autolycus. Here's one to a very doleful tune … [of a usurer's wife].
L. 273.
Clo. Come on, lay it by: and let's first see more ballads;
Aut. Here's another ballad, of a fish, that … sung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids: … the ballad is very pitiful, and as true.
L. 285.
Clo. Lay it by too: another.
Aut. This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one.
Mop. Let's have some merry ones.
Aut. Why, this is a passing merry one, and goes to the tune of "Two maids wooing a man," there's scarce a maid westward but she sings it: 'tis in request, I can tell you.
Mop. We can both sing it: if thou'lt bear a part [i.e., Autolycus], thou shalt hear; 'tis in three parts.
Dorcas. We had the tune on't a month ago.
