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A
great
shout
went
up
at
this
,
and
one
rude
fellow
said
--
"
Marry
,
art
thou
his
grace
's
messenger
,
beggar
?
"
The
prince
's
face
flushed
with
anger
,
and
his
ready
hand
flew
to
his
hip
,
but
there
was
nothing
there
.
There
was
a
storm
of
laughter
,
and
one
boy
said
--
"
Didst
mark
that
?
He
fancied
he
had
a
sword
--
belike
he
is
the
prince
himself
.
"
This
sally
brought
more
laughter
.
Poor
Edward
drew
himself
up
proudly
and
said
--
"
I
am
the
prince
;
and
it
ill
beseemeth
you
that
feed
upon
the
king
my
father
's
bounty
to
use
me
so
.
"
This
was
vastly
enjoyed
,
as
the
laughter
testified
.
The
youth
who
had
first
spoken
,
shouted
to
his
comrades
--
"
Ho
,
swine
,
slaves
,
pensioners
of
his
grace
's
princely
father
,
where
be
your
manners
?
Down
on
your
marrow
bones
,
all
of
ye
,
and
do
reverence
to
his
kingly
port
and
royal
rags
!
"
With
boisterous
mirth
they
dropped
upon
their
knees
in
a
body
and
did
mock
homage
to
their
prey
.
The
prince
spurned
the
nearest
boy
with
his
foot
,
and
said
fiercely
--
"
Take
thou
that
,
till
the
morrow
come
and
I
build
thee
a
gibbet
!
"
