The Prince and the Pauper Page #4
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- Did I select you for something?
- Yes, Your Majesty.
Henceforth, it is I, not Norfolk,
in whom you will confide and trust.
Who's Norfolk?
You can't recall him? That's a pity.
Such a little time remains
to make his acquaintance.
I bid you good day, sire.
Please, my lord.
You said I was to confide in you.
Mayn't I do it now?
Wait outside.
His Majesty has some affairs of state
which he wishes to discuss.
Yes, milord.
Now, Edward, what is it?
Please, won't you believe
that I'm just me and not the Prince?
You're no longer the Prince, Your Majesty.
You're the King.
I'm Tom Canty, I tell you,
and I went to sleep in the palace garden.
His Highness brought me in because...
the Captain of the Guard bashed me.
And what became of the Prince, pray?
I don't know. That kind of worries me.
People won't believe him, either,
because he was wearing my clothes...
and didn't look at all like a prince.
He looked so much like me,
that it made us laugh.
I suppose it wasn't so very funny, though.
You don't believe me?
I believe that you've been studying
too hard, Your Majesty.
You won't even ask the Captain
about what I said?
If you wish it.
I do, because if he doesn't
say the same thing...
then I must be out of my wits.
What did the boy look like?
Just another street urchin, milord.
The size and age of His Majesty.
Are you sure it wasn't His Majesty?
Of course. This boy was dirty, in tatters.
Then he was the King.
I don't know.
He said he was,
and I thought it was impudence.
But he might have been?
He might have been.
There is either a mad prince
or a beggar boy on the throne.
Now, I must know which.
That will be easy to tell, milord.
I pray the crime won't be on my head.
- How?
- His dog.
The brute will not suffer anyone
to touch him except His Majesty.
Milord, should it not be,
use your influence in my defense.
If you can only save me for the present...
If I save you, Captain,
it shan't be for the present...
but for the future,
in which I may find you useful.
I've brought you a playmate, Edward.
- A dog. Mine?
- Yours.
He didn't like me.
No, my little Potentate of Poverty,
he didn't like you.
- Then, you know who I am?
- Yes.
- When can I go?
- Never.
Never?
- But, if I'm not the King...
- You are the King.
The only way to lose the crown now
is to lose your head with it.
- But I told the truth.
- And committed treason.
Do you know what that means?
You don't want that pretty little head
of yours chopped off, do you?
Nor to have your mother
see the crows tearing tufts...
from a skull on London Bridge...
and know that it's her son's hair
in which they will nest?
Then never forget
that you are Edward VI of England.
And that to ever again
become Tom Canty...
is to die.
Yes, sir.
- Your men will miss you, Captain.
- No.
I'm sending you away
to execute a little mission for both of us.
Yes, milord?
It seems you expelled a king.
Then it was he.
Your syntax is poor, Captain.
"Was" is in the past tense.
It is he.
When he returns, he'll have my blood.
I remember that threat.
And should he return...
Norfolk would be appointed
Lord High Protector in my stead.
- I cannot defend you from a dungeon.
- What's to be done?
Our difficulties would be resolved
by His Majesty's permanent absence.
But, milord...
that would be murder.
His life or yours, Captain.
He'll be fairly easy to locate.
Your leave starts tonight.
The passing bell.
In good faith, they toll for Henry...
little knowing they're sounding
the knell of the House of Tudor.
Let us kneel to ask comfort and solace
from Almighty God...
when the burden of sorrow
is upon us, my people.
Comfort us, O Lord...
for we are as a child without a father...
or as a ship without a rudder,
or as a body without a head.
We mourn him whose statesmanship...
and wisdom in counsel...
have been as a bulwark
against the enemies of England.
Thy will, not ours, be done, O Lord.
But strengthen us in this, our time of grief.
Thy people's sorrow
and their destiny perish...
for Henry, our King, is dead.
And a child sits upon
the throne of England.
Imbue him with thy wisdom...
thy strength, and thy mercy, O Lord.
Amen.
Father.
Long live the King.
All I hopes is this King ain't...
the drunken fool the last was.
What was that scurrilous remark
you made about my father?
You deny that you insulted
the late King, my father?
Get away, or I'll fetch you one
on the side of the head.
I'll have you drawn and quartered for this.
Do you realize
you're addressing your King?
The King, are you? Look what's the King.
This ha'penny worth of cat's meat
is none other than His Majesty.
Ho there! Lay off!
Didn't you hear me? I said lay off the lad.
Do you know what happens when you
stick your nose where it ain't wanted?
Yes, this.
Back, my good people.
- Why don't we consider this situation?
- You'll all rot in chains for this.
Make way for the King's messenger!
Time for us to leave, I think.
- Where does Your Majesty deign to reside?
- In the palace, of course.
- Charboy?
- King.
Let's not play that game anymore.
It's too strenuous.
You dare disclaim me?
No, Your Majesty, only...
it'll be a lot easier if you could be
something a trifle more sedentary.
Like the Archbishop of Canterbury.
I tell you I am the King.
As you'll learn much to your regret
if you don't keep a civil tone.
Very good, sire.
You're a bit done in after that joust.
You need some sleep
to straighten you out.
You're too familiar, my man.
I will honor your hospitality tonight.
In the morning, you shall return
to the palace with me for your reward.
Thank you, sire.
A drear hovel.
Yes, but then Windsor is so drafty.
I'm hungry.
What have you to tempt my appetite?
That depends on
what didn't tempt the mices.
- Mice?
- Yes. I had to fatten them all up.
You see, the cat threatened to leave.
You're making a joke.
The humor of being short of rations,
my friend, has always escaped me.
Then, you're poor?
Would you believe it? I am.
Who are you, fellow?
Miles Hendon, Your Majesty.
The name is not familiar.
What is your trade?
- Soldiering, sire.
- In my service?
In the service of anyone
who can afford enemies.
Soldier of fortune. Strange profession.
Of the three open to a gentleman
without means, it's the most amusing.
Cheating at cards
means associating with dull people.
Preaching the gospel
means wearing funny hats.
- Better eat, lad.
- Lad?
I beg your pardon, Your Majesty.
I hope you don't think
this is a leg of mutton.
for some time under that impression.
Would you sit
in the presence of your King?
- See here...
- I will no longer tolerate your manner.
I ask your pardon, Your Majesty.
But after that chase we led them,
it would be good to sit down.
Perhaps.
No, custom must be preserved.
You will stand.
I was very hungry.
- I feel better now.
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