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The Prince and the Pauper

By Mark Twain.

Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint Dedication Epigraph Preface The Prince and the Pauper I: The Birth of the Prince and the Pauper II: Tom’s Early Life III: Tom’s Meeting with the Prince IV: The Prince’s Troubles Begin V: Tom as a Patrician VI: Tom Receives Instructions VII: Tom’s First Royal Dinner VIII: The Question of the Seal IX: The River Pageant X: The Prince in the Toils XI: At Guildhall XII: The Prince and His Deliverer XIII: The Disappearance of the Prince XIV: “Le Roi Est Mort—Vive le Roi” XV: Tom as King XVI: The State Dinner XVII: Foo-Foo the First XVIII: The Prince with the Tramps XIX: The Prince with the Peasants XX: The Prince and the Hermit XXI: Hendon to the Rescue XXII: A Victim of Treachery XXIII: The Prince a Prisoner XXIV: The Escape XXV: Hendon Hall XXVI: Disowned XXVII: In Prison XXVIII: The Sacrifice XXIX: To London XXX: Tom’s Progress XXXI: The Recognition Procession XXXII: Coronation Day XXXIII: Edward as King Conclusion General Note Endnotes Colophon Uncopyright Imprint

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To those good-mannered and agreeable children, Susie and Clara Clemens, this book is affectionaly inscribed by their father.

The quality of mercy⁠ ⁠… is twice bless’d;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes;
’Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown.

Merchant of Venice

I will set down a tale as it was told to me by one who had it of his father, which latter had it of his father, this last having in like manner had it of his father⁠—and so on, back and still back, three hundred years and more, the fathers transmitting it to the sons and so preserving it. It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it could have happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old days; it may be that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and credited it.

The Prince and the Pauper A Tale for Young People of All Ages I The Birth of the Prince and the Pauper

In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty, who did not want him. On the same day another English child was born to a rich family of the name of Tudor, who did want him. All England wanted him too. England had so longed for him, and hoped for him, and prayed God for him, that, now that he was really come, the people went nearly mad for joy. Mere acquaintances hugged and kissed each other and cried. Everybody took a holiday, and high and low, rich and poor, feasted and danced and sang, and got very mellow; and they kept this up for days and nights together. By day, London was a sight to see, with gay banners waving from every balcony and housetop, and splendid pageants marching along. By night, it was again a sight to see, with its great bonfires at every corner, and its troops of revellers making merry around them. There was no talk in all England but of the new baby, Edward Tudor, Prince of Wales, who lay lapped in silks and satins, unconscious of all this fuss, and not knowing that great lords and ladies were tending him and watching over him⁠—and not caring, either. But there was no talk about the other baby, Tom Canty, lapped in his poor rags, except among the family of paupers whom he had just come to trouble with his presence.

II Tom’s Early Life

Let us skip a number of years.

London was fifteen hundred years old, and was a great town⁠—for that day. It had a hundred thousand inhabitants⁠—some think double as many. The streets were very narrow, and crooked, and dirty, especially in the part where Tom Canty lived, which was not far from London Bridge. The houses were of wood, with the second story projecting over the first, and the third sticking its elbows out beyond the second. The higher the houses grew, the broader they grew. They were skeletons of strong crisscross beams, with solid material between, coated with plaster. The beams were painted red or blue or black, according to the owner’s taste, and this gave the houses a very picturesque look. The windows were small, glazed with little diamond-shaped panes, and they opened outward, on hinges, like doors.

The house which Tom’s father lived in was up a foul little pocket called Offal Court, out of Pudding