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"
Ah
,
good
your
worship
,
require
me
not
to
answer
.
It
is
not
meet
that
one
of
my
degree
should
utter
the
thing
.
"
"
Then
will
I
utter
it
.
Thou
hast
the
same
hair
,
the
same
eyes
,
the
same
voice
and
manner
,
the
same
form
and
stature
,
the
same
face
and
countenance
that
I
bear
.
Fared
we
forth
naked
,
there
is
none
could
say
which
was
you
,
and
which
the
Prince
of
Wales
.
And
,
now
that
I
am
clothed
as
thou
wert
clothed
,
it
seemeth
I
should
be
able
the
more
nearly
to
feel
as
thou
didst
when
the
brute
soldier
--
Hark
ye
,
is
not
this
a
bruise
upon
your
hand
?
"
"
Yes
;
but
it
is
a
slight
thing
,
and
your
worship
knoweth
that
the
poor
man-at-arms
--
"
"
Peace
!
It
was
a
shameful
thing
and
a
cruel
!
"
cried
the
little
prince
,
stamping
his
bare
foot
.
"
If
the
King
--
Stir
not
a
step
till
I
come
again
!
It
is
a
command
!
"
In
a
moment
he
had
snatched
up
and
put
away
an
article
of
national
importance
that
lay
upon
a
table
,
and
was
out
at
the
door
and
flying
through
the
palace
grounds
in
his
bannered
rags
,
with
a
hot
face
and
glowing
eyes
.
As
soon
as
he
reached
the
great
gate
,
he
seized
the
bars
,
and
tried
to
shake
them
,
shouting
--
"
Open
!
Unbar
the
gates
!
"
The
soldier
that
had
maltreated
Tom
obeyed
promptly
;
and
as
the
prince
burst
through
the
portal
,
half-smothered
with
royal
wrath
,
the
soldier
fetched
him
a
sounding
box
on
the
ear
that
sent
him
whirling
to
the
roadway
,
and
said
--
"
Take
that
,
thou
beggar
's
spawn
,
for
what
thou
got
's
t
me
from
his
Highness
!
"
The
crowd
roared
with
laughter
.
The
prince
picked
himself
out
of
the
mud
,
and
made
fiercely
at
the
sentry
,
shouting
--
