Raphe. Heerest thou, Ned?—Nay, looke if hee will speake to me!
Edward. What sayst thou to me, foole?
Raphe. I preethee, tell me, Ned, art thou in love with the keepers daughter? 26
Edward. How if I be, what then?
Raphe. Why, then, sirha, Ile teach thee how to deceive Love.
Edward. How, Raphe?
Raphe. Marrie sirha Ned, thou shalt put on my cap and my coat and my dagger,[1272] and I will put on thy clothes and thy sword: and so thou shalt be my foole. 32
Edward. And what of this?
Raphe. Why, so thou shalt beguile Love; for Love is such a proud scab, that he will never meddle with fooles nor children. Is not Raphes counsel good, Ned? 36
Edward. Tell me, Ned Lacie, didst thou marke the mayd,