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_Winter's Tale_ IV, iii, 181.
_Servant._ O master! if you did but hear the _pedlar_ at the
door, you would _never dance again after a tabor and pipe_;
no, the _bagpipe_ could not move you. He _sings several
tunes_ faster than you'll tell money; he utters them as he
had _eaten ballads_, and all men's ears grew to his tunes.
_Clown._ He could never come better: he shall come in. _I
love a ballad_ but even too well; if it be doleful matter,
merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung
lamentably.
_Serv._ He hath _songs_, for man or woman, _of all
sizes_.... He has the prettiest _love-songs_ for maids; so
without bawdry, which is strange; with such _delicate
burdens_ of "dildos" and "fadings," "jump her and thump
her"; ... "_Whoop, do me no harm, good man._"
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_.
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