Mop. Pray you now, buy it.
Clo. Come on, lay it by: and let's first see [moe] ballads;
we'll buy the other things anon.
Ant. Here's another [ballad of] a fish, that appeared upon,
the coast on [Wednesday] the fourscore of April, forty thousand
[fathom] above water, and sung this ballad against the
hard hearts of maids: it was thought she was a woman, and
was turned into a [cold] fish for she would not exchange flesh
with one that loved her: the ballad is very pitiful and as true.
Dor. Is it true too, think you?