Принц и нищий
The Recognition procession
Presentlyhecaughtsight,atadistance,ofacoupleofhisraggedOffalCourtcomrades—oneofthemthelordhighadmiralinhislatemimiccourt,theotherthefirstlordofthebedchamberinthesamepretentiousfiction;andhisprideswelledhigherthanever.Oh,iftheycouldonlyrecognisehimnow!Whatunspeakablegloryitwouldbe,iftheycouldrecognisehim,andrealisethatthederidedmockkingoftheslumsandbackalleyswasbecomearealKing,withillustriousdukesandprincesforhishumblemenials,andtheEnglishworldathisfeet!Buthehadtodenyhimself,andchokedownhisdesire,forsucharecognitionmightcostmorethanitwouldcometo:soheturnedawayhishead,andleftthetwosoiledladstogoonwiththeirshoutingsandgladadulations,unsuspiciousofwhomitwastheywerelavishingthemupon.
Everynowandthenrosethecry,"Alargess!alargess!"andTomrespondedbyscatteringahandfulofbrightnewcoinsabroadforthemultitudetoscramblefor.
Thechroniclersays,‘AttheupperendofGracechurchStreet,beforethesignoftheEagle,thecityhaderectedagorgeousarch,beneathwhichwasastage,whichstretchedfromonesideofthestreettotheother.Thiswasanhistoricalpageant,representingtheKing’simmediateprogenitors.TheresatElizabethofYorkinthemidstofanimmensewhiterose,whosepetalsformedelaboratefurbelowsaroundher;byhersidewasHenryVII.
