The Prince and the Pauper (1937)
Robert J. Mauch: Prince Edward
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Quotes
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[Miles sits down to share the supper]
Prince Edward : Would you sit in the presence of your king?
Miles Hendon : Now, see here, my lad!
Prince Edward : I will no longer tolerate your manner.
Miles Hendon : [humoring him] I ask your pardon, your majesty, but after that chase we led them it would be good to sit down.
Prince Edward : Perhaps.
[Miles sits]
Prince Edward : No! Custom must be preserved - you will stand.
[Miles stands and then leans against the wall, getting annoyed as the prince finishes the supper]
Prince Edward : I was very hungry. Feel better now.
Miles Hendon : I'm gratified, your majesty.
Prince Edward : Come to think of it, I'm under obligation to you in many ways. Your service demands rich reward.
Miles Hendon : Oh, a mere nothing, your majesty.
Prince Edward : You may have any reward you wish... name it.
Miles Hendon : The, uh, privilege of sitting in your majesty's presence.
Prince Edward : Advance, fellow, and give me your sword.
Miles Hendon : [gives his sword to the prince] Did you find the mutton tough, sire?
Prince Edward : Kneel.
[the prince lays the sword on Miles' shoulder]
Prince Edward : While England remains - and the crown continues - you and your heirs, forever, may sit in the presence of the majesty of England.
[the prince taps the sword on Miles' shoulder]
Prince Edward : Arise, Sir Miles Hendon.
Prince Edward : For pity sake, sit down.
Miles Hendon : Thank you, your majesty.
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[the boys are switching clothes - the prince holds up one of Tom's tattered garments]
Prince Edward : Are there in any vermin in this?
Tom Canty : So few you'll hardly notice them at all, your highness.
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[Miles has taken the Prince to his home for the night]
Prince Edward : I'm hungry. What have you to tempt my appetite?
Miles Hendon : Well, now, that depends on what didn't tempt the mices.
Prince Edward : Mice?
Miles Hendon : Oh, yes. I had to fatten them all up. You see the, uh, cat threatened to leave.
Prince Edward : You're making a joke.
Miles Hendon : The humor of being short of rations, my small friend, has always escaped me.
Prince Edward : Then you're poor?
Miles Hendon : Would you believe it? I am.
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Prince Edward : Who are you, fellow?
Miles Hendon : Miles Hendon, Your Majesty.
Prince Edward : Your name is not familiar. What is your trade?
Miles Hendon : Soldiering, sire.
Prince Edward : In my service?
Miles Hendon : In the service of anyone who can afford enemies.
Prince Edward : Soldier of fortune. Strange profession.
Miles Hendon : Well, of the three of them for a gentleman without means I think it's the most amusing. Cheating at cards means associating with dull people. Preaching the gospel means wearing one of those funny hats.
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[John and Hugo have brought the prince - thinking he's Tom - to help them steal from the inn]
John Canty : Now, remember: if ya don't do like you've been told, we'll put climes on ya! Twenty of 'em! Ya know what climes are?
[the prince shakes his head, 'no']
John Canty : Tell him, Hugo.
Hugo : They're little bandages, with a bit o' paste on 'em, made o' soap and quicklime and rust off old iron. And when ya takes 'em off there's the nastiest looking sore that ever made a citizen sick. Sores that don't get well, but spread like a disease.
Prince Edward : No... no... I'll steal.
John Canty : Let's get at it then.