The Prince and the Pauper

the plight of others

less fortunate than themselves.

Do you know what I'd do

if I were the King?

I'd send the Prince out to play

with other little boys.

Then he'd learn about the people

and be a good king when he grew up.

A rather unlikely suggestion.

Get on with your reading

while the light is good.

Perhaps I'd better,

because I've been at it two days now...

and I haven't got Caesar

across the Rubicon yet.

Tell me all about it.

I'll tell you, there's more gold there

than you ever thought was in the world...

just dying to be took.

- What's that you're reading?

- A book.

- Stole it?

- No.

Father Andrew gave it to me. To keep.

Wasn't that kind of him?

I should say so. It's very valuable.

Only rich people can afford to buy books.

- Give it here.

- Please don't tear it.

Tear it, you barmy mooncalf? I'll sell it.

This'll fetch a nice bit of meat and ale.

Please, give me back my book.

Come on, Hugo.

We're going to the thieves market.

A windfall from heaven, I calls it.

And if I catch you

with that smirking priest again...

I'll peel the hide off both of you!

My book.

Go away! Get out of here! Go on!

Penny, please?

But it is time we spoke of certain things,

Your Majesty.

My death among them, I suppose.

Death?

What made you think of death, sire?

For one thing, finding a carrion crow

flying around my bed.

Banish the thought, sire.

- You're still a hale man.

- I'm not a man at all.

I'm a disease.

An infernally painful one. Go on.

It occurred to me, sire, that when

Prince Edward comes to the throne...

The court may impose

the Duke of Norfolk on him...

as Lord High Protector.

And with reason, Hertford.

What a sorry thing it is to be a bad king.

To worry on your deathbed

about your dynasty...

and not about your people.

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