Edward. Send letters speedily to Oxford of the newes.
Raphe. And, sirha Lacie, buy me a thousand thousand million of fine bels.
Lacie. What wilt thou do with them, Raphe? 159
Raphe. Mary, every time that Ned sighs for the keepers daughter, Ile tie a bell about him: and so within three or foure daies I will send word to his father Harry, that his sonne, and my maister Ned, is become Loves morris dance.[1290]
Edward. Well, Lacie, look with care unto thy charge,
And I will haste to Oxford to the frier, 165
That he by art and thou by secret gifts
Maist make me lord of merrie Fresingfield.
Lacie. God send your honour your[1291] harts desire.
Exeunt.