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"
IN
THE
NAME
OF
THE
KING
!
Let
none
list
to
this
false
and
foolish
matter
,
upon
pain
of
death
,
nor
discuss
the
same
,
nor
carry
it
abroad
.
In
the
name
of
the
King
!
"
The
whisperings
ceased
as
suddenly
as
if
the
whisperers
had
been
stricken
dumb
.
Soon
there
was
a
general
buzz
along
the
corridors
,
of
"
The
prince
!
See
,
the
prince
comes
!
"
Poor
Tom
came
slowly
walking
past
the
low-bowing
groups
,
trying
to
bow
in
return
,
and
meekly
gazing
upon
his
strange
surroundings
with
bewildered
and
pathetic
eyes
.
Great
nobles
walked
upon
each
side
of
him
,
making
him
lean
upon
them
,
and
so
steady
his
steps
.
Behind
him
followed
the
court-physicians
and
some
servants
.
Presently
Tom
found
himself
in
a
noble
apartment
of
the
palace
and
heard
the
door
close
behind
him
.
Around
him
stood
those
who
had
come
with
him
.
Before
him
,
at
a
little
distance
,
reclined
a
very
large
and
very
fat
man
,
with
a
wide
,
pulpy
face
,
and
a
stern
expression
.
His
large
head
was
very
grey
;
and
his
whiskers
,
which
he
wore
only
around
his
face
,
like
a
frame
,
were
grey
also
.
His
clothing
was
of
rich
stuff
,
but
old
,
and
slightly
frayed
in
places
.
One
of
his
swollen
legs
had
a
pillow
under
it
,
and
was
wrapped
in
bandages
.
There
was
silence
now
;
and
there
was
no
head
there
but
was
bent
in
reverence
,
except
this
man
's
.
This
stern-countenanced
invalid
was
the
dread
Henry
VIII
.
He
said
--
and
his
face
grew
gentle
as
he
began
to
speak
--
"
How
now
,
my
lord
Edward
,
my
prince
?
Hast
been
minded
to
cozen
me
,
the
good
King
thy
father
,
who
loveth
thee
,
and
kindly
useth
thee
,
with
a
sorry
jest
?
"
Poor
Tom
was
listening
,
as
well
as
his
dazed
faculties
would
let
him
,
to
the
beginning
of
this
speech
;
but
when
the
words
'
me
,
the
good
King
'
fell
upon
his
ear
,
his
face
blanched
,
and
he
dropped
as
instantly
upon
his
knees
as
if
a
shot
had
brought
him
there
.
Lifting
up
his
hands
,
he
exclaimed
--
"
Thou
the
King
?
Then
am
I
undone
indeed
!
"
