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"
Doth
she
mistreat
thee
?
"
"
There
be
times
that
she
stayeth
her
hand
,
being
asleep
or
overcome
with
drink
;
but
when
she
hath
her
judgment
clear
again
,
she
maketh
it
up
to
me
with
goodly
beatings
.
"
A
fierce
look
came
into
the
little
prince
's
eyes
,
and
he
cried
out
--
"
What
!
Beatings
?
"
"
Oh
,
indeed
,
yes
,
please
you
,
sir
.
"
"
Beatings
!
--
and
thou
so
frail
and
little
.
Hark
ye
:
before
the
night
come
,
she
shall
hie
her
to
the
Tower
.
The
King
my
father
"
--
"
In
sooth
,
you
forget
,
sir
,
her
low
degree
.
The
Tower
is
for
the
great
alone
.
"
"
True
,
indeed
.
I
had
not
thought
of
that
.
I
will
consider
of
her
punishment
.
Is
thy
father
kind
to
thee
?
"
"
Not
more
than
Gammer
Canty
,
sir
.
"
"
Fathers
be
alike
,
mayhap
.
Mine
hath
not
a
doll
's
temper
.
He
smiteth
with
a
heavy
hand
,
yet
spareth
me
:
he
spareth
me
not
always
with
his
tongue
,
though
,
sooth
to
say
.
How
doth
thy
mother
use
thee
?
"
