The Prince and the Pauper - Penn State University
The Prince and the Pauper - Penn State University
The Prince and the Pauper - Penn State University
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Tell none—keep <strong>the</strong> secret.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Prince</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Pauper</strong><br />
He opened his eyes—<strong>the</strong> richly clad First Lord of <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> dwarf vanished, <strong>and</strong> Tom flew to Offal Court Bedchamber was kneeling by his couch. <strong>The</strong> gladness of<br />
with his prize, saying to himself, “Every night will I <strong>the</strong> lying dream faded away—<strong>the</strong> poor boy recognised<br />
give my fa<strong>the</strong>r a penny; he will think I begged it, it will that he was still a captive <strong>and</strong> a king. <strong>The</strong> room was<br />
glad his heart, <strong>and</strong> I shall no more be beaten. One penny filled with courtiers clo<strong>the</strong>d in purple mantles—<strong>the</strong><br />
every week <strong>the</strong> good priest that teacheth me shall have; mourning colour—<strong>and</strong> with noble servants of <strong>the</strong> mon-<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r, Nan, <strong>and</strong> Bet <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r four. We be done with arch. Tom sat up in bed <strong>and</strong> gazed out from <strong>the</strong> heavy<br />
hunger <strong>and</strong> rags, now, done with fears <strong>and</strong> frets <strong>and</strong> silken curtains upon this fine company.<br />
savage usage.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> weighty business of dressing began, <strong>and</strong> one court-<br />
In his dream he reached his sordid home all out of ier after ano<strong>the</strong>r knelt <strong>and</strong> paid his court <strong>and</strong> offered<br />
breath, but with eyes dancing with grateful enthusi- to <strong>the</strong> little King his condolences upon his heavy loss,<br />
asm; cast four of his pennies into his mo<strong>the</strong>r’s lap <strong>and</strong> whilst <strong>the</strong> dressing proceeded. In <strong>the</strong> beginning, a shirt<br />
cried out—<br />
was taken up by <strong>the</strong> Chief Equerry in Waiting, who passed<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y are for <strong>the</strong>e!—all of <strong>the</strong>m, every one!—for <strong>the</strong>e it to <strong>the</strong> First Lord of <strong>the</strong> Buckhounds, who passed it to<br />
<strong>and</strong> Nan <strong>and</strong> Bet—<strong>and</strong> honestly come by, not begged <strong>the</strong> Second Gentleman of <strong>the</strong> Bedchamber, who passed<br />
nor stolen!”<br />
it to <strong>the</strong> Head Ranger of Windsor Forest, who passed it<br />
<strong>The</strong> happy <strong>and</strong> astonished mo<strong>the</strong>r strained him to her to <strong>the</strong> Third Groom of <strong>the</strong> Stole, who passed it to <strong>the</strong><br />
breast <strong>and</strong> exclaimed—<br />
Chancellor Royal of <strong>the</strong> Duchy of Lancaster, who passed<br />
“It waxeth late—may it please your Majesty to rise?” it to <strong>the</strong> Master of <strong>the</strong> Wardrobe, who passed it to Norroy<br />
Ah! that was not <strong>the</strong> answer he was expecting. <strong>The</strong> King-at-Arms, who passed it to <strong>the</strong> Constable of <strong>the</strong><br />
dream had snapped asunder—he was awake.<br />
Tower, who passed it to <strong>the</strong> Chief Steward of <strong>the</strong> House-<br />
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