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low; his name is Marty Tudor, we drank two pots together not long ſince; I ſuppose he may belong to ſome Lord or another about the court.
I tell you friend, ſaid the yeoman, I know him very well, do you but follow me, and I ſhall bring you to him ſtraight.
So going forward, he came to the room where the King was accompanied with ſeveral of his nobles who attended him.
As ſoon as the yeoman had put by the orres, he spoke aloud, may it pleaſe your Majeſty here is one who enquires for Harry Tudor.
The cobler bearing this, thought he had committed no leſs than treason, therefore be up with his heels and ran for it but not being acquainted with the ſeveral turnings and rooms through which he came, he was ſoon overtaken, and brought before the king, whom the cobler little thought to be the perſon whom he enquired for: Therefore in trembling condition he fell down on his knees, ſaying,
May it pleaſe your grace, may it pleaſe your highneſs, I am a poor cobles, and equires for one Harry Tudor, who is very honest fellow; I mended the heel of his ſhoe nor long ſince, for which he paid me nobly, and give me two pots to boot. But I had him afterwards go to my cellar, where we drank a cup of nappy ale and were very merry, till my wife Joan began to grumble, which put an end to our merriment for that time but I told him I would come to court and ſee him, as ſoon as I conveniently could.'
Well, ſaid the King, don't be troubled; do you know this honeſt fellow again if you ſaw him.
The cobler replied, yes, that I do from a thouſand. Then, ſold the King ſtand up, and be not afraid but look well about you, p ture you may find the fellow in this company
