Принц і жебрак
The Prince and his Deliverer
Ashenearedthedoorwithhissmallfriend,aroughvoicesaid—
"So,thou’rtcomeatlast!Thou’ltnotescapeagain,Iwarrantthee;andifpoundingthybonestoapuddingcanteachtheesomewhat,thou’ltnotkeepuswaitinganothertime,mayhap,"—andJohnCantyputouthishandtoseizetheboy.
MilesHendonsteppedinthewayandsaid—
"Nottoofast,friend.Thouartneedlesslyrough,methinks.Whatistheladtothee?"
"Ifitbeanybusinessofthinetomakeandmeddleinothers’affairs,heismyson."
"‘Tisalie!"criedthelittleKing,hotly.
"Boldlysaid,andIbelievethee,whetherthysmallheadpiecebesoundorcracked,myboy.Butwhetherthisscurvyruffianbethyfatherorno,‘tisallone,heshallnothavetheetobeattheeandabuse,accordingtohisthreat,sothouprefertobidewithme."
"Ido,Ido—Iknowhimnot,Iloathehim,andwilldiebeforeIwillgowithhim."
"Then‘tissettled,andthereisnoughtmoretosay."
"Wewillsee,astothat!"exclaimedJohnCanty,stridingpastHendontogetattheboy;"byforceshallhe—"
"Ifthoudobuttouchhim,thouanimatedoffal,Iwillspittheelikeagoose!"saidHendon,barringthewayandlayinghishanduponhisswordhilt.Cantydrewback.