Принц и нищий

           Yes,Idorecallit,now—goon."

           "Themaster,beingwrothwithwhathetermedsuchslovenlyanddoltishwork,didpromisethathewouldsoundlywhipmeforit—and—"

           "Whipthee!"saidTom,astonishedoutofhispresenceofmind."Whyshouldhewhiptheeforfaultsofmine?"

           "Ah,yourGraceforgettethagain.Healwaysscourgethmewhenthoudostfailinthylessons."

           "True,true—Ihadforgot.Thouteachestmeinprivate—thenifIfail,heargueththatthyofficewaslamelydone,and—"

           "Oh,myliege,whatwordsarethese?I,thehumblestofthyservants,presumetoteachthee?"

           "Thenwhereisthyblame?Whatriddleisthis?AmIintruthgonemad,orisitthou?Explain—speakout."

           "But,goodyourMajesty,there’snoughtthatneedethsimplifying.—NonemayvisitthesacredpersonofthePrinceofWaleswithblows;wherefore,whenhefaulteth,‘tisIthattakethem;andmeetitisandright,forthatitismineofficeandmylivelihood."

           Tomstaredatthetranquilboy,observingtohimself,"Lo,itisawonderfulthing,—amoststrangeandcurioustrade;Imarveltheyhavenothiredaboytotakemycombingsandmydressingsforme—wouldheaventheywould!—an’theywilldothisthing,Iwilltakemylashingsinmineownperson,givingGodthanksforthechange."