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Now the cobbler little dreamed that he was the king who ſpoke to him, much leſs that the king's deal of confidence, he ſtands up and pulls off his hat, and makes two or three ſcraps with his foot, and gives the king many thanks, telling him that he was one of the honeſteſt fellows he ever met with in all his life time; and though he had never been at court yet it would not be long before he would make a holiday to come and ſee him.
Whereupon the king diſcharged the houſe for what they had drunk wou'd have taken his leave of the cobbler; but the cobbler not being willing to part with the king, took him by the hand, and ſaid, 'By my faith, you muſt not go yet, you ſhall first go and ſee my poor habitation; I have there a tub of good brown ale that was never tapp'd, you muſt needs go and taſte of it, for you are the honeſteſt blade that ever I met withal; and I love an honeſt merry companion with all my heart.'
CHAP II.
SO the cobbler took the king with him over the way, where he had a cellar adjoining to the ſtall, which was handſomely and neatly furniſhed for a man of his profeſſion; into this cellar he had the king; 'There, ſaid he, 'ſit down you are very welcome, but I muſt deſire you to ⟨ſpeak⟩ ſoftly for fear of awakening my wife Joan, ⟨who⟩ lies here hard by,' ſhewing the king a cloſe ⟨bed⟩ made up neatly at the corner of the cellar, ⟨much⟩ like unto cloſet, 'for if she ſhould wake, ſhe ⟨will⟩ make your ears ring again.'
