The Prince and the Pauper Page #3

When you sit in judgment...

remember your seat is but a chair...

made by the English oak,

hewn by English yeomen...

and made into a throne only...

by the will of the English people.

That is patriotism.

There's one thing more.

A king may answer to no man.

Not even to himself.

To have a conscience

is to have a chink in your armor...

to let in the knives of those you love...

and trust, and need.

Remember what I am saying.

Never trust so much...

Love so much...

or need anyone so much...

that you can't betray them with a smile.

That is the paradox of power.

I suppose you're too young

to understand that.

No, Father. I can even understand Aristotle

in the original Greek.

You're like your mother.

- What was my mother like?

- A dull woman.

- She'd have bored you.

- No, she wouldn't. I'd have loved her.

Where is she?

Got another biscuit?

Your Majesty forgot to mention

your selection to His Highness.

Bring me that casket.

- Do you know what this is?

- Yes, Father. The Great Seal of England.

There's strange magic in it, Edward.

It can make a royal whim a law.

An innocent man guilty.

A poor man rich.

A dangerous toy for a child...

and a fool.

I advise you to use it

sparingly and seldom.

Lest it seal your own doom.

I am entrusting it to you.

When the time comes for you to use it...

I want you to consult...

- Doctors again.

- Your Majesty.

You must be left undisturbed.

Milords, you must leave

His Majesty at once.

- Rest is the only physic that will cure him.

- Is there no escape from you?

After a lifetime of dodging cannonballs,

am I to be done in by pills?

Your Majesty, can that be a biscuit?

What do you think it is,

the Archbishop's head?

May I ask, Your Highness,

and you, Lord Hertford...

to retire, for the King's good?

Yes, of course.

Your Majesty.

Tomorrow.

- Tomorrow.

- But, Your Majesty...

Get out!

All of you!

- You, too.

- Yes, Father.

Yes, Father.

- Good night.

- Good night, Father.

Where are Lady Jane and Lady Elizabeth?

Their nurse came to inform them

that it was their bedtime.

- My dog, where is he?

- He's been taken to the kennels.

- Fetch him.

- Your Highness, this is our post.

If we leave it, we would

have to answer to the King himself.

Is that a dog under there?

- A boy.

- Out of there, you little tyke.

- Out of there!

- Yes, Father.

Impertinent from the likes of you.

A sneak thief? How did you get in here?

I'm not a thief, sir. I just beg.

You've just begged yourself

a skinful of broken bones this time.

Maybe this will teach you

respect for His Majesty's Guard.

Maybe that will teach you

respect for His Majesty's subjects.

- Your Highness, forgive me, I...

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