SHE: Thou art Duke Jocelyn's Fool at court?
HE: I am Duke Jocelyn's fool here and there and everywhere, lady.
SHE: Yet have I heard Duke Jocelyn was a mighty man-at-arms and, though youthful, sober-minded, full of cares of state and kept no Fool at court.
HE: Lady, his court is filled o' fools as is the way of other courts and amongst these many fools first cometh the Duke himself—
SHE: How, and darest thou call this mighty Duke a fool?
HE: Often, lady!
SHE: And what like is he?
HE: Very like a man, being endowed of arms, legs, eyes, ears—of each two, no more and no less, as is the vulgar custom.
SHE: But is he not of beauty high and noble, of god-like perfection far beyond poor, common flesh and blood? 'Tis so the painter has limned his face, 'tis so I dream him to my fancy.
HE: Lady, I am but a Fool, let the picture answer thee.