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The
Prince
shook
his
head
and
reluctantly
said
--
"
God
knoweth
I
am
loth
to
grieve
thy
heart
;
but
truly
have
I
never
looked
upon
thy
face
before
.
"
The
woman
sank
back
to
a
sitting
posture
on
the
floor
,
and
,
covering
her
eyes
with
her
hands
,
gave
way
to
heart-broken
sobs
and
wailings
.
"
Let
the
show
go
on
!
"
shouted
Canty
.
"
What
,
Nan
!
--
what
,
Bet
!
mannerless
wenches
!
will
ye
stand
in
the
Prince
's
presence
?
Upon
your
knees
,
ye
pauper
scum
,
and
do
him
reverence
!
"
He
followed
this
with
another
horse-laugh
.
The
girls
began
to
plead
timidly
for
their
brother
;
and
Nan
said
--
"
An
thou
wilt
but
let
him
to
bed
,
father
,
rest
and
sleep
will
heal
his
madness
:
prithee
,
do
.
"
"
Do
,
father
,
"
said
Bet
;
"
he
is
more
worn
than
is
his
wont
.
To-morrow
will
he
be
himself
again
,
and
will
beg
with
diligence
,
and
come
not
empty
home
again
.
"
This
remark
sobered
the
father
's
joviality
,
and
brought
his
mind
to
business
.
He
turned
angrily
upon
the
Prince
,
and
said
--
"
The
morrow
must
we
pay
two
pennies
to
him
that
owns
this
hole
;
two
pennies
,
mark
ye
--
all
this
money
for
a
half-year
's
rent
,
else
out
of
this
we
go
.
Show
what
thou
's
t
gathered
with
thy
lazy
begging
.
"
The
Prince
said
--
