His wife, who had a friend in a corner, and was therefore glad of his
absence, did not only give her consent, but also dressed him in his best
leathern suit and broad-brimmed hat. So taking leave of his good wife
Joan, he trudged on day and night until he came to the place where the
court was kept; so rushing on and pressing through the crowd, the crier
of the court believing him to be some evidence, gave orders that they
should let him in, which was soon done, and he was required to speak
what he had to say. "Why," says the countryman, "d'ye see, I've a dug
upon my neck, which makes me afraid I am a witch, and volks tell me that
these vine gentlemen (pointing to the judges) can tell a body whether
one is a witch or no." The crier of the court seeing the simplicity of
the man, said, "No, no, my friend, I can assure thee thou art no witch;
thou lookest more like a cuckold than a witch or a conjurer." "I thank
you, zur; and zo zays these vine gentlemen." Then having given three or
four scrapes and half a dozen congees, he came back as wise as Waltham's
calf. The next day he was met by his wife, who waited for his return at
the town's end, to whom she said, "Well, husband, what do the gentlemen
say? are you a witch or no?" "A witch, sweet wife, no; they tells a body
one looks more like a cuckold than a witch, or a conjurer." "Why say
you so?" replied she; "I prithee go back and have them taken up for
witches; for except they had been so, they would not have known you were
a cuckold."
This merry tale so pleased them that they set up a hearty laugh, which,
being ended, the second boy began his tale in the following manner.
TALE II.
In the days of yore, when this land was governed by many kings, among
the rest the king of Canterbury had an only daughter, and she was wise,
fair, and beautiful. Her father sent forth a decree that whoever would
watch one night with his daughter, and neither sleep nor slumber, he
should have her the next day in marriage; but if he did either, he
should lose his head. Many knights and squires attempted it, but lost
their heads.
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