The cobbler had not been long in the king’s cellar, before the king came to him in the same habit that he had on when the cobbler mended his shoe; whereupon the cobbler knew him immediately, and ran and kissed him, saying, honest Harry, I have made an holyday on purpose to see you, but I had much ado to get leave of my wife Joan, who was loath to lose so much time from my work; but I was resolved to see you, and therefore I made myself as fine as I could. But I’ll tell thee, Harry, when I came to court I was in a peck of troubles how to find you out; but at last I met with a man who told me he knew you very well, and that he would bring me to you, but instead of doing so, he brought me before the king which almost frightened me out of my seven senses; but faith I’m resolved to be merry with you now, since I have met you at last. Aye, that we shall replied the king, we shall be as merry as princes. Now after the cobbler had drunk about four or five good healths, he began to be merry, and fell a-singing his old songs and catches, which pleased the king very much, and made him laugh heartily. When on a sudden several of the nobles came into the cellar, extraordinary rich in apparel, and all stood uncovered before Harry Tudor, which put the cobbler into a great amazement at first, but presently recovering himself, he looked more wishfully upon Harry Tudor, and soon knowing him to be the king, whom he saw in his presence chamber, though in another habit, he immediately fell upon his knees saying, May it please your Grace, may it please your Highness, I am a poor honest cobbler and mean no harm. No, no, said the king, nor shall receive any here, I assure you. He commanded him therefore to rise, and be as merry as he was before; and though he knew him to be the king, yet he should use the same freedom with him as he did before, when he mended the heel of his shoe. This kind speech of the king’s and three or four glasses of wine, made the cobbler be in as good humour as before, telling the king several of his old stories and singing some of his best songs, very much to the satisfaction of the king and all his nobles. THE COBBLER’S SONG IN THE KING’S CELLAR. Come let us drink the other pot, our sorrows to confound. We’ll laugh and sing before the King, so let his health go round; For I am as bold as bold can be, no cobbler e’er was ruder; Then here good fellow here’s to thee, (remembering Harry Tudor.) When I’m at work within my stall, upon him I will think; His kindness I to mind will call, whene’er I eat or drink; His kindness was to me so great, the like was never known, His kindness I shall still repeat, and so shall my wife Joan.