P. Edw. What say'st thou to me, fool?
Ralph. I prithee, tell me, Ned, art thou in love with the Keeper's daughter?
P. Edw. How if I be, what then?
Ralph. Why then, sirrah, I'll teach thee how to deceive love.
P. Edw. How, Ralph?
Ralph. Marry, Sirrah Ned, thou shalt put on my cap and my coat and my dagger, and I will put on thy clothes and thy sword; and so thou shalt be my fool.
P. Edw. And what of this?
Ralph. Why, so thou shalt beguile Love; for Love is such a proud scab, that he will never meddle with fools nor children. Is not Ralph's counsel good, Ned?
P. Edw. Tell me, Ned Lacy, didst thou mark the maid,
How lovely in her country weeds she look'd?
A bonnier wench all Suffolk cannot yield:—
All Suffolk! nay, all England holds none such.
Ralph. Sirrah Will Ermsby, Ned is deceived.