Принц и нищий
The Prince in the toils
"TheKingthyfather!Oh,mychild!unsaythesewordsthatbefreightedwithdeathforthee,andruinforallthatbeneartothee.Shakeofthisgruesomedream.Callbackthypoorwanderingmemory.Lookuponme.AmnotIthymotherthatborethee,andloveththee?"
ThePrinceshookhisheadandreluctantlysaid—
"GodknowethIamlothtogrievethyheart;buttrulyhaveIneverlookeduponthyfacebefore."
Thewomansankbacktoasittingpostureonthefloor,and,coveringhereyeswithherhands,gavewaytoheart-brokensobsandwailings.
"Lettheshowgoon!"shoutedCanty."What,Nan!—what,Bet!mannerlesswenches!willyestandinthePrince’spresence?Uponyourknees,yepauperscum,anddohimreverence!"
Hefollowedthiswithanotherhorse-laugh.Thegirlsbegantopleadtimidlyfortheirbrother;andNansaid—
"Anthouwiltbutlethimtobed,father,restandsleepwillhealhismadness:prithee,do."
"Do,father,"saidBet;"heismorewornthanishiswont.To-morrowwillhebehimselfagain,andwillbegwithdiligence,andcomenotemptyhomeagain."
Thisremarksoberedthefather’sjoviality,andbroughthismindtobusiness.HeturnedangrilyuponthePrince,andsaid—
"Themorrowmustwepaytwopenniestohimthatownsthishole;twopennies,markye—allthismoneyforahalf-year’srent,elseoutofthiswego.Showwhatthou’stgatheredwiththylazybegging."
ThePrincesaid—
"Offendmenotwiththysordidmatters.ItelltheeagainIamtheKing’sson."