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311
Mar
them
not
till
thou
's
t
enjoyed
them
:
then
let
thy
hand
be
heavy
as
thou
wilt
.
Stand
forth
,
lad
.
Now
say
thy
foolery
again
,
an
thou
's
t
not
forgot
it
.
Name
thy
name
.
Who
art
thou
?
"
312
The
insulted
blood
mounted
to
the
little
prince
's
cheek
once
more
,
and
he
lifted
a
steady
and
indignant
gaze
to
the
man
's
face
and
said
--
313
"
'
Tis
but
ill-breeding
in
such
as
thou
to
command
me
to
speak
.
I
tell
thee
now
,
as
I
told
thee
before
,
I
am
Edward
,
Prince
of
Wales
,
and
none
other
.
"
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314
The
stunning
surprise
of
this
reply
nailed
the
hag
's
feet
to
the
floor
where
she
stood
,
and
almost
took
her
breath
.
She
stared
at
the
Prince
in
stupid
amazement
,
which
so
amused
her
ruffianly
son
,
that
he
burst
into
a
roar
of
laughter
.
But
the
effect
upon
Tom
Canty
's
mother
and
sisters
was
different
.
Their
dread
of
bodily
injury
gave
way
at
once
to
distress
of
a
different
sort
.
They
ran
forward
with
woe
and
dismay
in
their
faces
,
exclaiming
--
315
"
Oh
,
poor
Tom
,
poor
lad
!
"
316
The
mother
fell
on
her
knees
before
the
Prince
,
put
her
hands
upon
his
shoulders
,
and
gazed
yearningly
into
his
face
through
her
rising
tears
.
Then
she
said
--
317
"
Oh
,
my
poor
boy
!
Thy
foolish
reading
hath
wrought
its
woeful
work
at
last
,
and
ta'en
thy
wit
away
.
Ah
!
why
did
's
t
thou
cleave
to
it
when
I
so
warned
thee
'
gainst
it
?
Thou
's
t
broke
thy
mother
's
heart
.
"
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318
The
Prince
looked
into
her
face
,
and
said
gently
--
319
"
Thy
son
is
well
,
and
hath
not
lost
his
wits
,
good
dame
.
Comfort
thee
:
let
me
to
the
palace
where
he
is
,
and
straightway
will
the
King
my
father
restore
him
to
thee
.
"
320
"
The
King
thy
father
!
Oh
,
my
child
!
unsay
these
words
that
be
freighted
with
death
for
thee
,
and
ruin
for
all
that
be
near
to
thee
.
Shake
of
this
gruesome
dream
.
Call
back
thy
poor
wandering
memory
.
Look
upon
me
.
Am
not
I
thy
mother
that
bore
thee
,
and
loveth
thee
?
"