Enter [Prince Edward], malcontented, with Lacy, earl of 2Lincoln, John Warren, earl of Sussex, and Ermsby, 3gentleman, [and] Rafe Simnell, the king's fool. 1.25Why looks my lord like to a troubled sky
1.36When heaven's bright shine is shadowed with a fog?
1.47Alate we ran the deer and through the launds
1.58Stripped with our nags the lofty frolic bucks
1.69That scudded 'fore the teisers like the wind.
1.710Ne'er was the deer of merry Fressingfield
1.811So lustily pulled down by jolly mates,
1.912Nor shared the farmers such fat venison,
1.1013So frankly dealt this hundred years before;
1.1114Nor have I seen my lord more frolic in the chase,
1.1215And now changed to a melancholy dump.
After the prince got to the Keeper's lodge
1.1417And had been jocund in the house awhile,
1.1518Tossing of ale and milk in country cans,
1.1619Whether it was the country's sweet content,
1.1720Or else the bonny damsel filled us drink
1.1821That seemed so stately in her stammel red,
1.1922Or that a qualm did cross his stomach then,
1.2023But straight he fell into his passions.
Sirrah Rafe, what say you to your master?
1.2225Shall he thus all amort live malcontent?
Hearest thou, Ned?-- Nay, look if he will speak
27to me.
What say'st thou to me, fool?
I prithee tell me, Ned, art thou in love with the
30Keeper's daughter?
How if I be, what then?
Why then, sirrah, I'll teach thee how to deceive love.
How, Rafe?
Marry, sirrah Ned, thou shalt put on my cap and
35my coat and my dagger, and I will put on thy clothes and thy
36sword, and so thou shalt be my fool.
And what of this?
Why so thou shalt beguile Love, for Love is such a
39proud scab that he will never meddle with fools nor children. Is
40not Rafe's counsel good, Ned?
Tell me, Ned Lacy, didst thou mark the maid,
1.3342How lively in her country weeds she looked?
1.3443A bonnier wench all Suffolk cannot yield.
1.3544All Suffolk? Nay, all England holds none such.
Sirrah Will Ermsby, Ned is deceived.
Why, Rafe?
He says all England hath no such, and I say, and
48I'll stand to it, there is one better in Warwickshire.
How provest thou that, Rafe?
Why, is not the Abbot a learnéd man and hath read
51many books, and thinkest thou he hath not more learning than
52thou to choose a bonny wench? Yes, I warrant thee, by his whole
53grammar.
A good reason, Rafe.
I tell thee, Lacy, that her sparkling eyes
1.4356Do lighten forth sweet love's alluring fire,
1.4457And in her tresses she doth fold the looks
1.4558Of such as gaze upon her golden hair;
1.4659Her bashful white mixed with the morning's red
1.4760Luna doth boast upon her lovely cheeks;
1.4861Her front is beauty's table, where she paints
1.4962The glories of her gorgeous excellence;
1.5063Her teeth are shelves of precious margarites,
1.5164Richly enclosed with ruddy coral cleaves.
1.5265Tush, Lacy, she is beauty's overmatch,
1.5366If thou survey'st her curious imagery.
I grant, my lord, the damsel is as fair
1.5568As simple Suffolk's homely towns can yield,
1.5669But in the court be quainter dames than she,
1.5770Whose faces are enriched with honor's taint,
1.5871Whose beauties stand upon the stage of fame,
1.5972And vaunt their trophies in the courts of Love.
Ah, Ned, but hadst thou watched her as myself,
1.6174And seen the secret beauties of the maid,
1.6275Their courtly coyness were but foolery.
Why, how watched you her, my lord?
When as she swept like Venus through the house,
1.6578And in her shape fast folded up my thoughts,
1.6679Into the milk-house went I with the maid,
1.6780And there amongst the cream bowls she did shine
1.6881As Pallas 'mongst her princely huswifery.
1.6982She turned her smock over her lily arms
1.7083And dived them into milk to run her cheese;
1.7184But whiter than the milk her crystal skin,
1.7285Checked with lines of azure, made her blush,
1.7386That art or nature durst bring for compare.
1.7487Ermsby, if thou hadst seen, as I did note it well,
1.7588How beauty played the huswife, how this girl
1.7689Like Lucrece laid her fingers to the work,
1.7790Thou wouldst with Tarquin hazard Rome and all
1.7891To win the lovely maid of Fressingfield.
Sirrah Ned, wouldst fain have her?
Ay, Rafe.
Why, Ned, I have laid the plot in my head. Thou
95shalt have her already.
I'll give thee a new coat an learn me that.
Why, sirrah Ned, we'll ride to Oxford to Friar Bacon. Oh,
98he is a brave scholar, sirrah. They say he is a brave necromancer,
99that he can make women of devils, and he can juggle cats into
100costermongers.
And how then, Rafe?
Marry, sirrah, thou shalt go to him, and because thy
103father Harry shall not miss thee, he shall turn me into thee; and
104I'll to the court and I'll prince it out, and he shall make thee
105either a silken purse full of gold or else a fine wrought smock.
But how shall I have the maid?
Marry, sirrah, if thou be'st a silken purse full of gold,
108then on Sundays she'll hang thee by her side, and you must not
109say a word. Now, sir, when she comes into a great press of people,
110for fear of the cutpurse on a sudden she'll swap thee into her
111placket; then, sirrah, being there you may plead for yourself.
Excellent policy!
But how if I be a wrought smock?
Then she'll put thee into her chest and lay thee
115into lavender, and upon some good day she'll put thee on, and at
116night when you go to bed, then being turned from a smock to a
117man, you may make up the match.
Wonderfully wisely counseled, Rafe.
Rafe shall have a new coat.
God thank you when I have it on my back, Ned.
Lacy, the fool hath laid a perfect plot
1.95122For why our country Margaret is so coy
1.96123And stands so much upon her honest points
1.97124That marriage or no market with the maid.
1.98125Ermsby, it must be necromantic spells
1.99126And charms of art that must enchain her love,
1.100127Or else shall Edward never win the girl.
1.101128Therefore, my wags, we'll horse us in the morn,
1.102129And post to Oxford to this jolly friar.
1.103130Bacon shall by his magic do this deed.
Content, my lord; and that's a speedy way
1.105132To wean these headstrong puppies from the teat.
I am unknown, not taken for the prince;
1.107134They only deem us frolic courtiers
1.108135That revel thus among our liege's game;
1.109136Therefore I have devised a policy.
1.110137Lacy, thou know'st next Friday is Saint James's,
1.111138And then the country flocks to Harleston Fair;
1.112139Then will the Keeper's daughter frolic there,
1.113140And overshine the troupe of all the maids
1.114141That come to see and to be seen that day.
1.115142Haunt thee, disguised among the country swains;
1.116143Feign thou'rt a farmer's son, not far from thence;
1.117144Espy her loves, and who she liketh best;
1.118145Cote him, and court her to control the clown.
1.119146Say that the courtier tiréd all in green,
1.120147That helped her handsomely to run her cheese
1.121148And filled her father's lodge with venison,
1.122149Commends him, and sends fairings to herself.
1.123150Buy something worthy of her parentage,
1.124151Not worth her beauty, for, Lacy, then the fair
1.125152Affords no jewel fitting for the maid.
1.126153And when thou talkest of me, note if she blush;
1.127154Oh, then she loves; but if her cheeks wax pale,
1.128155Disdain it is. Lacy, send how she fares,
1.129156And spare no time nor cost to win her loves.
I will, my lord, so execute this charge
1.131158As if that Lacy were in love with her.
Send letters speedily to Oxford of the news.
And, sirrah Lacy, buy me a thousand thousand
161million of fine bells.
What wilt thou do with them, Rafe?
Marry, every time that Ned sighs for the Keeper's
164daughter, I'll tie a bell about him, and so within three or four
165days I will send word to his father, Harry, that his son and my
166master Ned is become Love's morris dance.
Well, Lacy, look with care unto thy charge,
1.137168And I will haste to Oxford to the friar,
1.138169That he by art and thou by secret gifts
1.139170Mayst make me lord of merry Fressingfield.
God send your honor your heart's desire.