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"
I
am
the
Prince
of
Wales
,
my
person
is
sacred
;
and
thou
shalt
hang
for
laying
thy
hand
upon
me
!
"
The
soldier
brought
his
halberd
to
a
present-arms
and
said
mockingly
--
"
I
salute
your
gracious
Highness
.
"
Then
angrily
--
"
Be
off
,
thou
crazy
rubbish
!
"
Here
the
jeering
crowd
closed
round
the
poor
little
prince
,
and
hustled
him
far
down
the
road
,
hooting
him
,
and
shouting
--
"
Way
for
his
Royal
Highness
!
Way
for
the
Prince
of
Wales
!
"
After
hours
of
persistent
pursuit
and
persecution
,
the
little
prince
was
at
last
deserted
by
the
rabble
and
left
to
himself
.
As
long
as
he
had
been
able
to
rage
against
the
mob
,
and
threaten
it
royally
,
and
royally
utter
commands
that
were
good
stuff
to
laugh
at
,
he
was
very
entertaining
;
but
when
weariness
finally
forced
him
to
be
silent
,
he
was
no
longer
of
use
to
his
tormentors
,
and
they
sought
amusement
elsewhere
.
He
looked
about
him
,
now
,
but
could
not
recognise
the
locality
.
He
was
within
the
city
of
London
--
that
was
all
he
knew
.
He
moved
on
,
aimlessly
,
and
in
a
little
while
the
houses
thinned
,
and
the
passers-by
were
infrequent
.
He
bathed
his
bleeding
feet
in
the
brook
which
flowed
then
where
Farringdon
Street
now
is
;
rested
a
few
moments
,
then
passed
on
,
and
presently
came
upon
a
great
space
with
only
a
few
scattered
houses
in
it
,
and
a
prodigious
church
.
He
recognised
this
church
.
Scaffoldings
were
about
,
everywhere
,
and
swarms
of
workmen
;
for
it
was
undergoing
elaborate
repairs
.
The
prince
took
heart
at
once
--
he
felt
that
his
troubles
were
at
an
end
,
now
.
He
said
to
himself
,
"
It
is
the
ancient
Grey
Friars
'
Church
,
which
the
king
my
father
hath
taken
from
the
monks
and
given
for
a
home
for
ever
for
poor
and
forsaken
children
,
and
new-named
it
Christ
's
Church
.
Right
gladly
will
they
serve
the
son
of
him
who
hath
done
so
generously
by
them
--
and
the
more
that
that
son
is
himself
as
poor
and
as
forlorn
as
any
that
be
sheltered
here
this
day
,
or
ever
shall
be
.
"
He
was
soon
in
the
midst
of
a
crowd
of
boys
who
were
running
,
jumping
,
playing
at
ball
and
leap-frog
,
and
otherwise
disporting
themselves
,
and
right
noisily
,
too
.
They
were
all
dressed
alike
,
and
in
the
fashion
which
in
that
day
prevailed
among
serving-men
and
'
prentices
--
that
is
to
say
,
each
had
on
the
crown
of
his
head
a
flat
black
cap
about
the
size
of
a
saucer
,
which
was
not
useful
as
a
covering
,
it
being
of
such
scanty
dimensions
,
neither
was
it
ornamental
;
from
beneath
it
the
hair
fell
,
unparted
,
to
the
middle
of
the
forehead
,
and
was
cropped
straight
around
;
a
clerical
band
at
the
neck
;
a
blue
gown
that
fitted
closely
and
hung
as
low
as
the
knees
or
lower
;
full
sleeves
;
a
broad
red
belt
;
bright
yellow
stockings
,
gartered
above
the
knees
;
low
shoes
with
large
metal
buckles
.
It
was
a
sufficiently
ugly
costume
.
The
boys
stopped
their
play
and
flocked
about
the
prince
,
who
said
with
native
dignity
--
"
Good
lads
,
say
to
your
master
that
Edward
Prince
of
Wales
desireth
speech
with
him
.
"
