Принц и нищий
The Recognition procession
Hehearditonlyasonehearsthethunderofthesurfwhenitisblowntotheearoutofagreatdistance,foritwassmotheredunderanothersoundwhichwasstillnearer,inhisownbreast,inhisaccusingconscience—avoicewhichkeptrepeatingthoseshamefulwords,"Idonotknowyou,woman!"
ThewordssmoteupontheKing’ssoulasthestrokesofafuneralbellsmiteuponthesoulofasurvivingfriendwhentheyremindhimofsecrettreacheriessufferedathishandsbyhimthatisgone.
Newglorieswereunfoldedateveryturning;newwonders,newmarvels,sprangintoview;thepentclamoursofwaitingbatterieswerereleased;newrapturespouredfromthethroatsofthewaitingmultitudes:buttheKinggavenosign,andtheaccusingvoicethatwentmoaningthroughhiscomfortlessbreastwasallthesoundheheard.
By-and-bythegladnessinthefacesofthepopulacechangedalittle,andbecametouchedwithasomethinglikesolicitudeoranxiety:anabatementinthevolumeoftheapplausewasobservabletoo.TheLordProtectorwasquicktonoticethesethings:hewasasquicktodetectthecause.HespurredtotheKing’sside,bentlowinhissaddle,uncovered,andsaid—
"Myliege,itisanilltimefordreaming.Thepeopleobservethydowncasthead,thycloudedmien,andtheytakeitforanomen.Beadvised:unveilthesunofroyalty,andletitshineuponthesebodingvapours,anddispersethem.Liftupthyface,andsmileuponthepeople."
Sosaying,theDukescatteredahandfulofcoinstorightandleft,thenretiredtohisplace
