“Nay,” says the Knight in yellow dressed;
“Nay,” says the Knight in black;
“Nay,” says the scholar, “I sleep in the open
To study the Zodiac.”
Out comes to them an equerry
And sees their piteous dole:
“Come in,” says the ruddy equerry,
“And dine with Old King Cole.”
He seized their horses ere they could turn
And led them where candles shone,
And there with a crown tipped on his head
Sat the monarch on his throne.
“What is your name, all yellow dight,
And where does your sovereign reign?”
The sorrowful Knight then answered the King:
“I’m traveling back to Spain.”
“What is your name, all dressed in black,
And whither do you roam?”
“I was a mad prince they sent to England
And now I’m going home.”
“What is your name, in a scholar’s cloak,
And what is your heart’s joy?”
“I search through Europe night and day
For a spouse for Helen of Troy.”
“They’re as mad as hatters,” said King Cole
As he straightened his crown on his head.
“Go call in the fiddlers, bring my bowl,
Fetch me my pipe,” he said.
“But hold,” said Cole, “who are you, fellow,
“Now answer me fair and well?”
“I was born in France,” said the Knight in red,
“And my name’s Pantagruel.”
“That’s a good name,” laughed old King Cole.
“But whither are you bound?”
“I search for the Holy Bottle, King,
“And I pray it may be found.”
“That’s a true answer,” said Old King Cole,
“And here you shall abide;
“Come up to my throne and reign forever,
“And sit you by my side.”