Принц и нищий
The Recognition procession
Thewords"Idonotknowyou,woman!"werefallingfromTomCanty’slipswhenthispiteousthingoccurred;butitsmotehimtothehearttoseehertreatedso;andassheturnedforalastglimpseofhim,whilstthecrowdwasswallowingherfromhissight,sheseemedsowounded,sobroken-hearted,thatashamefelluponhimwhichconsumedhispridetoashes,andwitheredhisstolenroyalty.Hisgrandeurswerestrickenvalueless:theyseemedtofallawayfromhimlikerottenrags.
Theprocessionmovedon,andstillon,througheveraugmentingsplendoursandeveraugmentingtempestsofwelcome;buttoTomCantytheywereasiftheyhadnotbeen.Heneithersawnorheard.Royaltyhadlostitsgraceandsweetness;itspompswerebecomeareproach.Remorsewaseatinghisheartout.Hesaid,"WouldGodIwerefreeofmycaptivity!"
Hehadunconsciouslydroppedbackintothephraseologyofthefirstdaysofhiscompulsorygreatness.
Theshiningpageantstillwentwindinglikearadiantandinterminableserpentdownthecrookedlanesofthequaintoldcity,andthroughthehuzzainghosts;butstilltheKingrodewithbowedheadandvacanteyes,seeingonlyhismother’sfaceandthatwoundedlookinit.
"Largess,largess!"Thecryfelluponanunheedingear.
"LongliveEdwardofEngland!"Itseemedasiftheearthshookwiththeexplosion;buttherewasnoresponsefromtheKing.
