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"
His
father
?
I
know
not
what
thou
mean
's
t
;
I
but
know
I
am
thy
father
,
as
thou
shalt
soon
have
cause
to
--
"
"
Oh
,
jest
not
,
palter
not
,
delay
not
!
--
I
am
worn
,
I
am
wounded
,
I
can
bear
no
more
.
Take
me
to
the
king
my
father
,
and
he
will
make
thee
rich
beyond
thy
wildest
dreams
.
Believe
me
,
man
,
believe
me
!
--
I
speak
no
lie
,
but
only
the
truth
!
--
put
forth
thy
hand
and
save
me
!
I
am
indeed
the
Prince
of
Wales
!
"
The
man
stared
down
,
stupefied
,
upon
the
lad
,
then
shook
his
head
and
muttered
--
"
Gone
stark
mad
as
any
Tom
o
'
Bedlam
!
"
--
then
collared
him
once
more
,
and
said
with
a
coarse
laugh
and
an
oath
,
"
But
mad
or
no
mad
,
I
and
thy
Gammer
Canty
will
soon
find
where
the
soft
places
in
thy
bones
lie
,
or
I
'm
no
true
man
!
"
With
this
he
dragged
the
frantic
and
struggling
prince
away
,
and
disappeared
up
a
front
court
followed
by
a
delighted
and
noisy
swarm
of
human
vermin
.
Tom
Canty
,
left
alone
in
the
prince
's
cabinet
,
made
good
use
of
his
opportunity
.
He
turned
himself
this
way
and
that
before
the
great
mirror
,
admiring
his
finery
;
then
walked
away
,
imitating
the
prince
's
high-bred
carriage
,
and
still
observing
results
in
the
glass
.
Next
he
drew
the
beautiful
sword
,
and
bowed
,
kissing
the
blade
,
and
laying
it
across
his
breast
,
as
he
had
seen
a
noble
knight
do
,
by
way
of
salute
to
the
lieutenant
of
the
Tower
,
five
or
six
weeks
before
,
when
delivering
the
great
lords
of
Norfolk
and
Surrey
into
his
hands
for
captivity
.
Tom
played
with
the
jewelled
dagger
that
hung
upon
his
thigh
;
he
examined
the
costly
and
exquisite
ornaments
of
the
room
;
he
tried
each
of
the
sumptuous
chairs
,
and
thought
how
proud
he
would
be
if
the
Offal
Court
herd
could
only
peep
in
and
see
him
in
his
grandeur
.
He
wondered
if
they
would
believe
the
marvellous
tale
he
should
tell
when
he
got
home
,
or
if
they
would
shake
their
heads
,
and
say
his
overtaxed
imagination
had
at
last
upset
his
reason
.
At
the
end
of
half
an
hour
it
suddenly
occurred
to
him
that
the
prince
was
gone
a
long
time
;
then
right
away
he
began
to
feel
lonely
;
very
soon
he
fell
to
listening
and
longing
,
and
ceased
to
toy
with
the
pretty
things
about
him
;
he
grew
uneasy
,
then
restless
,
then
distressed
.
Suppose
some
one
should
come
,
and
catch
him
in
the
prince
's
clothes
,
and
the
prince
not
there
to
explain
.
Might
they
not
hang
him
at
once
,
and
inquire
into
his
case
afterward
?
He
had
heard
that
the
great
were
prompt
about
small
matters
.
His
fear
rose
higher
and
higher
;
and
trembling
he
softly
opened
the
door
to
the
antechamber
,
resolved
to
fly
and
seek
the
prince
,
and
,
through
him
,
protection
and
release
.
Six
gorgeous
gentlemen-servants
and
two
young
pages
of
high
degree
,
clothed
like
butterflies
,
sprang
to
their
feet
and
bowed
low
before
him
.
He
stepped
quickly
back
and
shut
the
door
.
He
said
--
"
Oh
,
they
mock
at
me
!
They
will
go
and
tell
.
Oh
!
why
came
I
here
to
cast
away
my
life
?
"
He
walked
up
and
down
the
floor
,
filled
with
nameless
fears
,
listening
,
starting
at
every
trifling
sound
.
Presently
the
door
swung
open
,
and
a
silken
page
said
--
