CHAP. II.
How the Cobbler entertained the King in his cellar, and of the disturbance they had like to have had by his wife Joan.
So the cobbler took the king with him over the way, where he had his cellar adjoining the stall, which was handsomely and neatly furnished for a man of his profession. Into the cellar he took the king; there, said he, sit down, you are welcome; but I must desire you to speak softly, for fear of waking my wife Joan, who lies hard by, (shewing the king a close bed made neatly up at one corner of the cellar, much like a closet,) for if she should wake she will make our ears ring again.
At which speech of the cobbler’s the king laughed, and told him he would be mindful and follow his directions.
Whereupon the cobbler kindled up a fire, and fetched out a brown loaf, from which he cut a lusty toast, which he sat baking at the fire; then he brought out his Cheshire cheese. Now, says he, there is as much fellowship in eating as in drinking.
Which made the king admire the honest freedom of the cobbler. So having eaten a bit the cobbler began. A health to all true hearts and merry companions; at which the king smiled, saying, friend I’ll pledge thee.
In this manner they ate and drank together till it was almost break of day; the cobbler being very free with his liquor, and delighting the king with several of his old stories, insomuch that he was highly pleased with the manner of his entertainment; when, on a sudden, the cobbler’s wife Joan began to awake. I’faith, says the cobbler, you must begone, my wife Joan begins to grumble, she’ll awake presently, and I would not for half the shoes in my shop she should find you here.
Then taking the king by the hand, he led him up the stairs, saying, farewell honest friend, it shan’t be long before I make a holyday to come and see thee at court.