Edward. Ile give thee a new coat, and[1282] learne me that.
Raphe. Why, sirra Ned, weel ride to Oxford to Frier Bacon: oh, he is a brave scholler, sirra; they say he is a brave nigromancer, that he can make women of devils, and hee can juggle cats into costermongers. 96
Edward. And how then, Raphe?
Raphe. Marry, sirrha, thou shalt go to him: and because[1283] thy father Harry shall not misse thee, hee shall turne me into thee; and Ile to the court, and Ile prince it out; and he shall make thee either a silken purse full of gold, or else a fine wrought smocke. 101
Edward. But how shall I have the mayd?
Raphe. Marry, sirha, if thou beest a silken purse full of gold, then on Sundaies sheele hang thee by her side, and you must not say a word. Now, sir, when she comes into a great prease[1284] of people, for feare of the cut-purse, on a sodaine sheele swap[1285] thee into her plackerd,[1286] then, sirrha, being there, you may plead for your selfe. 108
Ermsbie. Excellent pollicie!
Edward. But how if I be a wrought smocke? 110
Raphe. Then sheele put thee into her chest and lay thee into lavender, and upon some good day sheele put thee on, and at night when you go to bed, then being turnt from a smocke to a man, you may make up the match.
Lacie. Wonderfully wisely counselled, Raphe. 115