[At the imps' impersonation of their master, the Fool cracks a delighted smile and laughs--oh yes, he supposes he will be able to spot her now, won't he?]

Well, I hope she shall be pleased with your work, [he tells them, and taps a finger near the knot.] Look, it appears very similar to mine now, doesn't it? Keep going--you're nearly finished with it.