egg." "Put it in thy pocket," said his brothers. "Adad, and so I will,"
says Jack. Presently after he was taken with another fit of laughter.
"What's the fool found now?" "What have I found!" says Jack, "why a
crooked stick." They bid him put that in his pocket also. "Ay, marry,
will I." They had not walked much farther before Jack burst into a
greater fit of laughter than before. His brothers said, "What's the fool
found now?" "Found! why an orange." "Put that in your pocket likewise."
"I intend it," says Jack. Now, by this time they were come near the
palace gate, at which they no sooner knocked but they were admitted. But
Jack never stood for ceremonies, but ran through the midst of the court,
and as the wise brothers were making their addresses, Jack was laughing
at the ladies, unto whom he said, "What a troop of fair ladies are got
here!" "O yes, yes," said the king's daughter, who was among them, "we
are fair ladies, for we carry fire in our bosom." "Do you?" said Jack;
"then roast me an egg." "How will you get it out again?" "By a crooked
stick which I have." "Ay, you will?" said she. "I have it in my pocket,"
says Jack. In this Jack answered the three questions proposed. Then he
was preferred to that honour which was mentioned in the decree. His two
wise brothers then went home like two fools, and left foolish Jack to be
reverenced at court with the king's fair daughter.
Said the fourth boy, "This verifies the old proverb, 'Fools have
fortune'; besides, it has put me in mind of a story that was told me by
my aunt."
TALE IV.
Long before Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, here reigned, in
the easterly part of this land, a king who kept his court at Colchester.
He was witty, strong and valiant, by which means he subdued his enemies
abroad and planted peace among his subjects at home.
Nevertheless, in the midst of all his earthly glory, his queen died,
leaving behind her an only daughter, about fifteen years of age under
the care of her royal husband. This lady, from her courtly carriage,
beauty, and affability, was the wonder of all that knew her; but, as
covetousness is the root of all evil, so it happened here.
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