There were two men of Gotham, and one of them was going to Nottingham
market to buy sheep, and both met together on Nottingham bridge. "Well
met," said one to the other; "whither are you going?" said he that came
from Nottingham. "Marry," said he that was going thither, "I am going to
the market to buy sheep." "Buy sheep!" said the other, "which way will
you bring them home?" "Marry," said the other, "I will bring them over
this bridge." "By Robin Hood," said he that came from Nottingham, "but
thou shalt not." "By my maid Margery," said the other, "but I will."
"You shall not," said the one. "I will," said the other. Then they beat
their staves one against the other and then against the ground, as if a
hundred sheep had been betwixt them. "Hold there," said the one. "Beware
of my sheep leaping over the bridge," said the other. "I care not," said
the one. "They shall all come this way," said the other. "But they shall
not," said the one. "Then," said the other, "if thou makest much ado, I
will put my finger in thy mouth." "A groat thou wilt," said the other.
And as they were in contention, another wise man that belonged to
Gotham, came from the market with a sack of meal on his horse, and
seeing his neighbours at strife about sheep and none betwixt them, said
he, "Ah! fools, will you never learn wit? Then help me," continued he,
"to lay this sack upon my shoulder." They did so and he went to the side
of the bridge and shook out the meal into the river, saying, "How much
meal is there in my sack, neighbour?" "Marry," said one, "there is
none." "Indeed," replied this wise man, "even so much wit is there in
your two heads, to strive for what you have not." Now which was the
wisest of these three I leave thee to judge.
TALE II.
There was a man of Gotham that rode to the market with two bushels of
wheat, and, lest his horse should be damaged by carrying too great a
burden, he was determined to carry the corn himself upon his own neck,
and still kept riding upon his horse till he arrived at the end of his
journey. I will leave you to judge which was the wisest, his horse or
himself.
TALE III.
On a time the men of Gotham fain would have pinned in the cuckoo that
she might sing all the year, and in the midst of the town they had a
hedge made round in compass, and got a cuckoo and put her into it, and
said, "Sing here and thou shalt lack neither meat nor drink all the
year." The cuckoo, when she found herself encompassed by the hedge, flew
away. "A vengeance on her," said these wise men, "we did not make our
hedge high enough."
TALE IV.
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