The Prince and the Pauper Page #2
- APPROVED
- Year:
- 1937
- 118 min
- 738 Views
To be able to forgive a man his sins,
and not his virtues.
And Norfolk has virtue.
And the House of Tudor has sins.
But they won't be judged by the Howards.
You are very right, Your Majesty.
The protector will be a man
who nibbles at the hand of the court.
Whose power frightens only the ladies.
is to build a safe nest in the throne.
You'll forgive me if I say the description
resembles that of a palace rat.
- You mean...
- I mean you.
I am unable to tell my gratitude
for this honor, sire.
But it will enable me to...
To regret my passing
with the greatest possible pleasure.
There is one thing, sire...
which may prevent your selection of me
- Who? Warwick?
- No, sire.
The Prince himself.
Norfolk has bewitched him.
He worships the man, calls him uncle.
But for some strange reason,
His Highness has taken a dislike to me.
If you let the selection go,
until your death...
His little Highness
will undoubtedly appoint Norfolk.
No.
Because I intend to arrange matters...
so that Norfolk's death
will precede my own.
- Indeed, Your Majesty?
- Indeed.
Now, ask His Highness to come here.
I think I'd like to play now.
May we play charades, Your Highness?
Lady Jane, I've told you I hate charades.
I'm sorry.
All right. We'll play charades later.
After we play something I like.
Quill, you suggest something.
And if it doesn't suit me, I'll beat you.
And if it does suit you,
it'll be a game you'll beat me at anyway.
Therefore, it might as well be...
blind man's buff.
- I'm it.
- Here's my handkerchief.
- Should I be first, sir?
- Shout so I know where you are.
All right.
Spin him round and around.
There you are.
Your Highness.
- Are you hurt, Edward?
- Edward?
Pardon me, Your Highness.
Someday I'll have your head cut off
for calling me that.
But perhaps your feet would be better.
They're more in the way.
Why are you here, milord?
His Majesty awaits, Your Highness.
Very well.
You are not dismissed. I'm coming back.
I'm glad you sent for me, Father.
They wouldn't let me
see you this afternoon.
- You tried?
- Yes.
- What did you want?
- Nothing. Just wanted to see you.
Come here.
Sit down.
One of these days, Edward...
- I'll be going away.
- To war, Father?
No. To peace, I hope.
But where?
To face the one being...
Divine Right of Kings.
After I've gone, Edward,
you'll wear the crown.
- But...
- Be still. Listen and remember.
There is only one crown in England.
But there are many heads it will fit.
So a wise king removes those heads.
That is politics.
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"The Prince and the Pauper" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 28 Mar. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/the_prince_and_the_pauper_21107>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In