Prince and the Pauper, The (1977)

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[Whistling]

"The lords and ladies of his court

"Were like so many
jeweled butterflies

"Flitting through the palace

"To play homage to the young king.

"He, of course,
far outshone them

In beauty and wit
and bravery and--"

What was he like?
Was he handsome?

He was about my age,
my size...

Not quite as
good-looking, perhaps.

"When all the beautiful maidens

"Who were in love with him,

"He singled out
the damsel of his choice

"And he said to her,

"prithee, most sweet
and gentle lady,

thou must be my queen."

Bah!

[Children screaming]
uhh!

Uhh!
Oh, no, john!

Mother!

Who's the best thief
in london, eh?

I--i am, father.

And who made you that?

Y-you did, father.

And why did I
take the trouble?

S-so I could look after
the family.

And?!

And to look after you

In your revered
and honored old age,

When you'll be too old
to steal for yourself.

Right.

So you don't waste your
time and my training

Tellin' bloody
fairy tales to kids

Or tryin' to talk
me aly-mouthed

Like a gentleman!

Uhh!

Handsome king, eh?

Well, I'll show you
who's king.

You cross my palm with
5 shillings come supper

Or I'll rip your royal
backside raw.

Now get away from him,
you whimperin' old sl*t!

Get outta here. Get!

Go on, of it!

[Flute playing]

[Crowd chattering]

Tradesman: try my fat
chickens and ducks.

Try my fat chickens
and ducks.

[Drumroll]

This is the great...

[Drum beating]

[Man shouting]

[Cheering and applause]

[Instruments tinkling]

[Crowd chattering loudly]

[Drumroll]

Behold!
A beggar and a vagrant!

Others take warning!

[Whip cracks]

Behold!
A beggar and a vagrant!

Others take warning!

Aah!
[Whip cracks]

Behold!
A beggar and a vagrant.

Others take warning!

Aah!
[Whip cracks]

Behold! A beggar
and a vagrant.

Others take warning!

Aah!
[Whip cracks]

[Crowd chattering]

Ooh!

Oh!

Oh, tom!

Madam, I'm sorry.

Go on, get out of here.

[Flute playing]

[Man shouting]

[Drumroll]

[Crowd shouting]

[Arguing indistinctly]

It was only a sixpence
you gave me, sir.

Truly.

You thieving slattern,
it was a shilling!

Do you think I can't count?

I think your shilling's
in your pocket, sir.

I saw you put one
in there.

I keep my money
in my purse.

Tsk, tsk.

Well, saints be with us.

Well, how--

But--

Oh, well.

My purse--

It's gone!

My purse!

Hey, stop!

Stop, thief!

Hey, stop!

Stop, thief!

Not so fast, cutpurse!

You'll lose your ears
for that.

Ohh! Constable!

He stole my purse!

He's a thief!
Don't let him get away!

Catch him!
Right.

Catch him!

[Shouting]

Catch that man!

Aah!

Get that man!

Stop him!

Don't let him get away!

Find him! Find him!

Stop him!

He's got my purse!

It's him!

Stop! Stop that man!

Stop him!

There he is!

Don't let him get away!

Stop him!

Stop him!

That's him!
Don't let him get away!

Ah.

What's this?

Uhh.

Wriggle, worm.

Is the weight of england
too heavy for you?

I've carried it
this 5 and 30 years.

Unh!
Who are you?

No one, sir.
No one.

No one?

Ah.

Then if I break
no one's arm,

There's no
harm done, eh?

That's true, gossip henry.

You'll have harmed nobody.

Break away, old hal.

And yet, sire,

You might be
crippling a hand

That would serve you
one day.

Who knows?
If you spare it,

It might do good work
for your majesty,

Cutting scottish
throats, for example.

If he cuts 'em no better
than you did,

I'd as well break
every bone in his body.

You failed me in scotland,
norfolk, and you know it well.

I didn't have
the advantage

Of your personal
direction

At the b*ttlefield,
sire.

[Tom grunts]

Uhh!

Lie still, you maggot.

I'll have that hand
of yours cut off

And the stump dipped
in boiling tar.

What say you to that,
milord duke?

I say that he's
some man's son, sire,

And as precious
to that man

As your own son
is to you.

Up, vermin.

You ruin my garden,

Foul my foot
with your lousy carcass.

You're a thief.

I know the look.

I'm an honest man's son.

Ha ha! Even my son
can't say as much.

Look here, worm.

I'll give you 10 yards.

We'll see if you can run
as well as you crawl.

Guards!

Run me this rascal down!

Thrash him back to the gutter
he came from!

Run, you fool,
your skin is at stake!

Come on!

Come along!

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This is well done, lad.

Well done.

Well, my lord norfolk,

Would you take me
to fight against the scots?

Ha ha. If I was


I would be proud
to follow

Your royal highness
against the scots.

Keep your hands
closer together

On the quarterstaff.

Yes, I will.
Thank you, my lord.

He was a stout
old fighter, was he not?

Aye, stout enough.

Politician.

Beware of such
creatures, ned.

He's the pope's man
and changes sides

As easily as you
change your shirt.

[Chuckles]

He stands close enough
to the throne

To covet it.

He has ambitions.

Never fear.

I'll chop him down
before I'm through.

Norfolk disloyal?

Oh, father,
anyone else but--

Ah. We've turned
statesman, have we?

Wait till you wear
my crown for that, boy.

Till you do,

Leave the likes
of norfolk to me.

Yes, father.

At the masque tonight,

Arrest the duke of norfolk.

Take him to the tower.

The charge is high treason.

Yes, sire.

And the substance
of the treason?

I do not like
the color of his hat.

But the masque and ball
are in your highness' honor.

If you do not wear a costume,
all will be spoiled.

If I wear one of those,
i will be spoiled.

Who are they to be,
in god's name?

Oh, this is adonis,

Who was adored by venus.

Simple yet fetching.

Tamerlaine,
king of the turks,

And this is the spirit
and embodiment of w*r,

The pagan god mars.

Mars in the grip
of strong drink

By the look of him.

You laugh, big sister.

And what are you
going as?

I am not heir
to the throne.

I can go in cap and apron
for all anyone cares.

But lady jane is to be
goddess of the clouds,

All in gold and gauze.

Very becoming she'll look.

They're all monstrous.

Take them all out.

But your highness--

I shall think
of something myself.

Or my clever sister
bess will advise it.

She's to embroider
presents for me.

I am a princess,

Not a haberdasher.

Stitch your own shirts,
prince of wales.

Highness, I will be very glad
to sew something for the prince.

I won't hear of it.

[Muttering]

In god's name,

Who the devil are you?

Oh, caught.

I beg your earnest pardon.

I was hanging up
the chimney--

I know where you were.

I asked who you are.

Get up, fellow.

What's your name?

Please, your worship,

I'm poor tom canty
of offal court in smithfield.

I--i was hiding
from the guards

When this great big
horrible b*stard in the garden

Made them chase me.

And I crawled in
your honor's chimney,

Meaning no harm.

Did the great big
horrible...gentleman

Have a green coat
and a large staff?

That's him, milord.

Do you know him? Gold--

Wait.

Have I seen you before?

Where did...

Turn your face this way.

Look in that mirror.

Gold.

We look like
each other.

No.

You look like me.

Which is interesting,
if rather impertinent.

Do you know who I am?

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I'm edward, prince of wales.

The gentleman
who set the guards on you,

Very properly,

Is my father,

King henry of england.

So you see, you've
blundered rather perilously,

Master canty.

You'd better explain yourself.

Oh--oh, look, sir,

Your grace...

Your majesty,

I couldn't help it.

They was after me--
the constables--

And I ran in here
not knowing.

It's like your dad said--

I'm a thief, but I didn't
come here to steal, I swear.

A discriminating thief.

But not a very expert one
by the look of you.

This is my best suit.

Cleaned her last august.

You look like a scarecrow.

Or someone got up
as a beggar

For a fancy dress...

Ball.

Why not?

Take off those rags.

Well, come on, man.

Get them off you.
Give them to me.

There's a masque and ball
and I must have a costume.

I shall go
in your pauper's rags.

And by the masque,

You shall go
in my clothes.

What will they say
when we stand together?

They'll not know
which is which.

Ha ha!

Here.

Oh, I couldn't
put that on.

My servant
shall dress you.

I don't mean that,
highness.

I mean,
it wouldn't be fitting.

What would your dad say?

He may be big and great,
but he's not always horrible.

Cheer up, master canty,

Instead of a beating,
you'll go back to woeful court--

Offal court.

Offal court, then,

With a new suit

And a pocketful
of gold sovereigns.

Gold sovereigns?
How many?



Done.

Now we can try
disguises.

To my clothes you are
welcome, master canty.

But the prince's seal
stays with the true prince.

U
come.

Good god.

You, still here?

Have pity on a poor
pauper, milord.

Spare a cuppa?

Ñ
your impertinence has lasted longer

Than your luck, my lad.

I'd better get you
out of here

While your skin's
still whole.

Guard.

Out with this madcap.

But--

Shall we thrash him,
my lord?

No, no, no,
that's not necessary.

Just see him safely
out of the palace.

But--but--

But--but, my lord,
you don't understand!

It's me!

Let go of me!

Get your filthy hands
off of me!

I command you
to let go of me

At once, do you hear?

[Door slams]

Oh, good evening,
your royal highness.

A small commotion

Of, uh...of no matter.

Uh, I hope your grace
was not disturbed.

But--but--

Oh, gold.

[Breathing hard]

Let go of me!

Take your hands off me!

Aah!

I warned you!

[Crowd laughing]

Z
you scum!

You'll hang for this!

[Laughter continues]

[Hooting and laughter]

Now get away,

Or we'll take you in
and tie you up

And flog you
to bloody rags.

[Door slams]

But it is true.

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I am the prince of wales.

[All laughing]

c*ck-a-doodle-doo!

Can I be your princess,
dearie?

I'll crown your
royal highness.

[All laughing]

I tell you again,

You pack
of unmannerly curs,

I am
the prince of wales.

Look.

Here is my seal.

[Crowd murmuring]

The royal seal of england.

Now will you believe me?

God's truth.

Blinking diamonds.

Nay, that's too pretty
a trinket

To round a madman's
dirty neck.

That, sir, is far
too dirty a hand

Even to lay
upon a madman.

For it is plain
he is mad!

Now tuck that beneath
your shirt, boy,

And get behind me quick.

And you--

You animated
piece of offal,

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you take one more step and I swear to god

I'll split you
like a goose.

Now back off there, sir!

And leave this poor idiot
alone, will you?

I am the prince of wales.

Aye, boy, and I am
ivan the terrible.

Now back off!

Don't want it all
to yourself,

Do you, captain?

Share and share alike, eh?

Come on, now.

We'll split it.


Here, take my cloak.

Unh!

Uhh!

Aah!

Uhh!

Ohh!

Back! Back!

My cloak.

My cloak--
against the wall, boy.

To the steps!

Hey.

Uhh!

h* h* h* h*.

Yaahh!

Run!

I suggest we depart.

Rabble! Pikers!

Come on!

I'll build a gallows
for you tomorrow.

You can't hide from
my justice, you pikers!

M
come, come, come!

[Shouting]

[Pounding on door]

[Knocking]

[Knocking]

Oof!

[Knocking] highness?

Oh!

[Thud]

Your highness.

Ooh--no, no,

I-i'm not.

Your highness?

I--i mean,

I-i'm not what
you think I am.

I-i'm not
the prince of wales.

I'm a pauper.

A pauper.

Well, indeed you are,
royal highness.

I see what it is.

Your improvised costume

For the ball.

[Inhales]

A delightful conceit. Heh.

[Processional music plays]

[Music stops]

[Murmuring]

♪ The hunt is up ♪

♪ The hunt is up ♪

♪ And it is well nigh day ♪

♪ And hearty our king,
he's gone hunting ♪

♪ To bring a deer to bay ♪

In the king's name...

Henry, I believe.

Oh, are you--
are you arresting me?

Well, I've been in the court
of the tudors for 40 years.

I suppose
it's about my turn.

May I ask
on what charge?

High treason, my lord.

Oh. Most flattering.

A belted earl
to arrest me,

A guard of yeomen
to convey me to the tower,

Thereafter to the block.

These are royal honors.

My lord.

I thought such
distinguished treatment

Was reserved
for his majesty's

Unfortunate wives.

[Murmuring]

♪ And hearty our king,
he's gone hunting ♪

♪ To bring a deer to bay ♪

[Music plays]

This is well done,
my child.

Well done.

A pretty goddess
need not stand

On her divine dignity
with a king.

Ahh!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

[Staff tap 3 times]

P

[Fanfare plays]mes]

His royal highness
the prince of wales.

[Murmuring]

Here, your majesty.

Your majesty,
I'm not the prince of wales.

[Grunts]

You never looked
less like him,

I'll be bound.

Ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

[All laughing]

Ah ha ha!

Get up, lad!
Get up,

Before I do myself
a mischief.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Come here.

[Continues laughing]

Ha ha ha ha!

A very proper pauper,
on my soul.

As ragged a rascal is he--

[Laughing and wheezing]

I never doubted your
intelligence, ned,

But I never suspected
you had wit.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Oh, but--

Such a peacock must--
must lead the ball.

Uh...lady jane,

Will the goddess
dance a galliard

With the pauper? Huh?

Very gladly, sire.

Ahh.

I cannot dance a galliard.

I--i know not how.

To be sure--

What pauper does?

Get up, boy!

Come, lady jane.

Music master!

A galliard
for our pauper prince!

[Laughing]

[Galliard music plays]

[Laughing]

[Gasping]

God bless
the prince of wales!

God bless the prince of wales!

God bless
the prince of wales!

God bless...

But I'm not
the prince of wales.

But I am the prince of wales.

Yes, of course you are.

What about the other fellow,

The one you changed
your clothes with?

Who's he?

I'm not sure.

Ranty, shanty.

No, it was canty.

Tom canty.

A thief, he said.

From offal court.

Wherever that is.

Offal court.
That's in, uh...

In smithfield,
or what used to be.

What then?

Then we were mistaken,

One for the other,

And the guards seized me.

And then they beat me.

They beat me.

And then they flung me
out into

[Dog barking]

And then you came along.

[Indistinct]

I must wait
before I go mad.

[Dog barking]

Yes, well,then--

Well, first drink.

It's the best medicine
I know

For an overheated
imagination...

Or lunacy.

I'mm not a lunatic!

I am the prince!

[Sighs]

Yes, I know you are.

You--you,
whoever you are--

I am miles hendon.

If you don't believe me,

Then why did you rescue me
from that rabble?

What was I to you?

What profit
could you hope for

By risking yourself
for me,

Unless you knew
I was the prince?

That's certainly
royal reasoning.

I saw one man
standing up alone,

Unarmed, not afraid,

Talking about
what he believed in.

It's all one to me

Whether he was
the emperor of china

Or a moonstruck madman.

Cheers.

You do not sit
in my presence.

Ñx÷
[spits out drink]

Now look you,
my master.

I am not a patient man.

You saved my life when
I was down on the steps,

And any man who keeps
steel out of miles hendon

Has a friend for life,

But do not trespass
on my friendship further

By stuffing my ears
with drivel

About being a prince
or the fact

That I may or may not
sit down in my own room

In my own chambers,
god save the--

Do you hear?!

[Exhales sharply]

Whew!

But I am edward,
prince of wales.

Look. Do you
not know proof when--

I told you to keep
that damn thing

Out of my sight.

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You could swing 10 times for this, boy.

Ñ
where did you get it?

It is the prince
of wales' seal.

Then the sooner you give it
back to him the better,

Or lose it.

Don't tell me
how you came by it.

But, wait,
this amazing fellow

That leapt from your
chimney in the palace,

Tom canty, he was a...

He was a thief
as I recall, was he not?

Well, master canty, you may
rest here for tonight,

But tomorrow you return
to offal court.

I will not.

I will go
to my rightful--

That is what I said,
zxand on my oath,

That is where you are
going to go, sir,

Because I will
take you there.

I'm tired.

And I ache.

I shall sleep.

Crier: 10:00,
a fine night

And all's well!

You will sleep
in the doorway,

Because I have
no other guards.

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with your sword drawn.

Well, I'm, by god...

Mad as a hatter.

Poor friendless
little rat.

Ñ0bii
good night, your ragged highness.

Good night.

Va
master hendon.

Aye?

Your clothes are shabby,

But sometimes you talk
like a gentleman.

What are you?

I am a soldier of...

Fortune.

Then that probably explains
your barrack room manners.

Still, you've shown me
great kindness.

For you brave services,

Is there any honor
that i, edward tudor,

Can bestow on you?

Well, your majesty
is very kind.

Uh, yes,
there is one thing.

Since I despise discomfort,

May I and my heirs forever
be granted the privilege

Of being seated
in the presence of royalty?

And of going to sleep
if necessary.

[Clears throat]

This is a great deal
to ask, but...

It's granted.

Granted.

Not the prince?!

[Coughs and wheezes]

Not the prince?

Do I not know
my own son?

Is he not standing there
before my own eyes?

Will you humor him
in his wild tale?

He's no imposter.

I know my own
flesh and blood.

Or do you think me
mad, then?

No, sire.

Your majesty's mind
is clear enough.

We have spent
some 4 hours now

In fruitless persuasion.

There stands the prince,

But he denies himself,

Even to your majesty.

My lord...

Your son is mad.

No!

[Coughing and wheezing]

No!

[Coughing]

There is no other
conclusion, sire.

Dr. Buttes tells me
that such...delusions

Have been known before
in men.

One day
as sane as you or i,

And the next...

Ah, god's blood, hertford.

[Labored breath]

Call him again.

Sire.

Ñ
let me speak with him.

Your highness.

I'm not highness, sir.

Ned...

My child.

You know me?

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yes, sire.

You're the king.

But I'm not your ned.

I'm tom.

Ned or tom--

What do I care?

It's your old dad, boy.

You will not deny me?

You will not
break my heart?

Oh, I wouldn't
do that, sire.

But I told you,

I'm not
the prince of wales.

I'm tom canty, a pauper.

Still the same story.

He truly believes it, sire.

Have done.

Raise me.

Give me your shoulder,
ned, boy.

[Labored breathing]

Now hear me.

My son is mad.

But he shall not be
always so.

Overstudy has done it.

Let him have sports

And wholesome things
about him,

So that
he be well again.

He is mad, but...

He is my son...

And england's.

And mad or sane,
he shall reign.

Now mark this...

All of you.

Any man who speaks
of this...

This illness
of the prince's,

Speaks treason

And shall pay for it
with his head.

No man shall speak of it.

Not even the prince.

The prince will not deny
his royalty.

He will not call himself
a pauper,

Nor speak
as a pauper speaks.

Now go, all of you.

[Door squeaks and closes]

Were he
a thousand times mad,

Yet is he
prince of wales still.

My lord, have you no...
Doubts?

Doubts, my lord?

Go on, we are alone.

You are the prince's uncle

And have known him
since birth,

But it seems odd to me
that this madness

Should have changed him
so much.

His walk, his speech,

And most of all,
his manner.

Oh, he is just the same,

But these are somehow
different.

He is less princely
than he was.

My lord, take no offense,

But when I hear him swear
that he is not the prince--

My lord,

That's treason.

No. No, my lord,
I meant no harm.

I--i am doubtless wrong.

No, indeed,
I was at fault,

I confess.

Say nothing of it.

Indeed, I shall not.

We must all forget
such doubts.

Think, now.

If he were an imposter
and swore he was the prince,

That would be natural
and understandable.

But would any imposter,

Accepted by the king
and the court and everyone

As the prince,
deny his royalty

And claim to be
an imposter?

Uh...no.

No. No, my lord.

Precisely.

Madness is mad

And made up of strange
contradictions and follies.

Why, I once knew a man

Who swore his head
was made of spanish glass

And would suffer none
to touch it in case it broke.

Ha ha. Well,

Our prince
is not as mad as that

And will recover,

For he is the prince
and soon will be our king,

Even if in his own mind
he's no more than a poor pauper.

Where in the hell
have you been?

Crawlin' around
in a sewer

By the look of you.

Or have you been rutti''
after some sl*t

In the stews, eh?

You dirty little ape.

What are you tryin' to do,

Break your
poor mother's heart?

No, john, he don't--

Shut up!

I told you I wanted


Well, you missed it.

Nipper!

Heh heh heh heh heh.

But you're just in time
for breakfast, eh?

Heh?

I ask you again,
friend,

Is this your son?

I'm his father.

Whatever business
that is of yours.

My business
is with his welfare,

Which is why I'm
returning him to the bosom

Of his loving family.

Now, I think
that he is mad.

But that's no wonder.

Even if you are his father,
he's no common boy,

So look you
treat him kindly.

I'll use the b*stard
the way he deserves.

So look you mind
your own affairs.

[Pigs squealing]

Use him kindly.

[Pigs squealing]

Remember.

Madam, take care
of your princeling.

Aah!

Hold.

Nipper!

Go to bed, friend.

I'll put you to bed, bully.

Goodwife,

We shall need hot water
and bandages presently.

Clean bandages for me,
please.

Aah!

Aah!

Hey!

Dicken, get behind him!

Yaah!

Gaah! Gaah!

Yaah! Yaah!

Aah!

Hooligan!

Aah!
Ooh!

Ha ha. Ha ha!

Ahh...

Uhh!

[Coughing and sputtering]

[Coughing]

Mp
[panting]

Sweet mary.
You've k*lled him!

k*lled him?

k*lled him, have i?

Well, did he ask for it?

Didn't he beg and
bloody well pray for it?

Hey! You saw it.

He struck the first
blow, didn't he?

You're a witness.

He started the whole thing.

m*rder*r.

m*rder*r!

Well, didn't he?

John, it's gallows
for supper

Unless you get out
of here.

Now come on,
stir yourself.

The priest
will peach on you

Even if
no one else does.

Well, how do you know
he's dead?

He's stiffer than
the pope's conscience.

Now, come on,
before the word spreads.

You'll have to make
a run for it out of london.

Come on.

But where can I go?

How will I live?

Join up with the ruffler's
g*ng for a while.

Out hendon way--
he'll hide you up.

Oh, and, uh,
take him with you.

He can steal enough
for the both of you.

Will you wait till
the sheriff's men

Come and get you?
Stir, man!

[Dog barking]

Yeah, I'll, uh,
I'll get some things.

[Barking]

And then,

There was a pardoner,

An almoner,

And a priest,

And they were all going
to jerusalem.

I heard that story


And I didn't laugh then.

Aah! God's blood and bones,
let be, you butcher.

Where did you
study medicine,

In a slaughterhouse?

If I might bleed
your majesty?

I have no blood
to spare, you dolt.

His royal highness

The prince of wales.

[Henry wheezing]

Ahh. Come to me, boy...

[Chuckles]

[Coughing]

Before these scoundrels
m*rder me in my bed.

Ah.

You look well, lad.

More like yourself.

Here...give me your hand.

[Labored breathing]

I am...ill.

You will have to
deputize for me at the--

[Wheezing]

Guild hall banquet
tonight.

Aye...

All men must see you--

See you are well...

So they will know

The kingdom
will be in safe hands

When i...

When i...

Kiss me, edward.

Hertford.

[Labored breathing]

Is that snake norfolk
snug in the tower?

Parliament has sealed
his doom, sire,

With the great seal.

[Labored breathing]

When it's sealed
with the edge

Of the great axe,

I'll go content.

[Wheezing]

"And for the high treason
that you have committed,

"The sentence upon you,

"Thomas howard,
duke of norfolk,

"Is that you be taken hence
in the morning

"And your head
struck from your body,

And may god have mercy
upon you."

And upon you, too, sir,
when your time comes.

Highness.

It's kind of you to come
to visit me, your highness.

I regret I have little

In the way of, uh,
hospitality.

My lord,

I wish I could help you,

As you helped
that poor pauper boy

In the king's garden.

And then how you sent him
out of the palace

Without punishment.

U,
that was very kind of yo my lord,

To a poor
and beggarly knave.

Well, it's just such poor
and beggarly knaves

That hold england's
conscience

And win her battles.

[Bagpipes playing]

I've seen them,
and I remember.

Besides,
the older one gets,

The more one realizes
the necessity

Of a few good deeds

To set on the credit side
of the ledger.

I've done enough harm
in my time, god knows.

If only I could...

I'm deeply sorry, my lord.

Well, I won't pretend

That I'm glad myself,
highness.

But as an old soldier who's
faced it a hundred times,

You know what death
really means?

It's a cure for rheumatism.

So...god be with
your grace.

My loyal greetings
to the king, your father.

Remind him
that we shall meet again...

Very soon.

[Fanfare playing,
cheering]

Man: long live prince edward!

Is your highness not well?

Uh...no.

Yes, perfectly well.

Then wave, you fool.

[Crowd cheering]

No! No! That's the pauper!
He's an imposter!

i'm the prince of wales!

Will you hold your
tongue, you raving fool!

Do you want us arrested
for treason?

i'm the prince of--

Shut up!

The lad--he's my son.

A lunatic.

He's an idiot.

He means no harm.

No harm. Heh heh heh.

He just has mad fancies.

God bless
the prince of wales!

God save prince edward!

God bless him!

[Music playing]

No.

No, it's sure to get soiled.

Take it away.

Carefully.

[Murmuring]

If you think
it may be poisoned,

Why not try it
on a dog

Or a plumber?

Yes, your highness.

[Groaning]

[Labored breathing]

Are you trying...

[Wheezing]

To amuse me?

[Wheezing]

Norfolk is condemned.

[Wheezing]

Good.

Now it will be...

A race between us.

How short a time

Life has been.

Be at peace, sire.

[Labored breathing]

Try to sleep.

Sleep.

Huh.

A priest's advice.

[Wheezing]

Slip meekly into death...

[Wheezing]

Whimpering prayers...

[Wheezing]

No.

I am a king...

Of england.

I will look god
in the eye.

Z
monks...

Monks...

Ñ%
monks...

♪ The hunt is up ♪

♪ The hunt is up ♪

♪ And it is well nigh day ♪

♪ And hearty our king,
he's gone hunting ♪

♪ To bring a deer to bay ♪

[Music plays]

♪ Summer is a-coming in ♪

♪ Loudly sing, cuckoo ♪

♪ Groweth seed
and bloweth mead ♪

♪ And springeth wood anew ♪

♪ Sing, cuckoo ♪

♪ Ewe beateth after lamb ♪

♪ Lows after calf the cow ♪

♪ Bullock starteth,
buck verteth ♪

♪ And merry sing cuckoo ♪

♪ Cuckoo, cuckoo ♪

♪ Well we singest cuckoo ♪

♪ Nor cease thou never now ♪

♪ Summer is a-coming in ♪

♪ Loudly sing cuckoo ♪

♪ Groweth seed
and bloweth mead ♪

♪ And springeth wood anew ♪

♪ Sing, cuckoo ♪

♪ Ewe beateth after lamb ♪

♪ Lows after calf the cow... ♪

[Speaking softly]

The king...is dead.

[Gasping and murmuring]

Long live the king!

All: long live the king!

[Fanfare plays]

Long live the king!

Long live the king!

Long live the king!

But I'm not.

The king!

All: the king!

My lord hertford.

Sire.

If I give a command,

Will it be obeyed?

The king's word is law,

Your majesty.

Then send word
to the tower

That the king commands

That the duke of norfolk
shall not die.

[Murmuring]

Your majesty.

Long live edward,
the king!

Long live edward,
the king!

[Cheering]

[To tune of greensleeves]
♪ oh, young king edward ♪

♪ Is all my joy ♪

♪ And little king neddy
is my delight ♪

Uhh.

[Water splashing]

Brrrr!

Uhh! Uh! Uhh! Uh--

Be quiet or you'll
have another mouth

Under your chin.

Where's the boy?
Where did canty take him?

I don't know.
I don't know.

Then good-bye, master.

Aah! Ah--ah--

He's took him away, sir,
out of london.

I swear to god.

They've gone to join
ruffler's g*ng.

Out hendon way.

It's the truth, sir.
Honest.

Well, it better be,
for your sake.

Otherwise
you'll find yourself

Eating your own adam's
apple, do you hear?

Aah!

Uhh!

Your fingernails
are filthy.

Uhh! Oh!

Aah!

[Splash]

[Sighs, mutters]

Can't be far.

Ah, the bloody dark.

Come on!

Yaah!
Yaah!

Where away, friend?

Lost your way, friend?

Frightened of the dark,
friend?

Uhh...i'm not armed.

I mean no harm.

I'm looking for
the ruffler.

Oh, the ruffler, is it?

And what might your business
be with him?

And what might you be?

A beggar?
An ambassador?

A spy?

No, a friend.

I need his help.

Oh, his help.
Can you pay?

And can you fight?

Can you steal?

Oh, I must see him.

Are you sure?

Are you wise?

Are you ready?

Ah ha ha ha!

Come on, let's take him, now.

Where are you taking me?

[All shouting at once]

Move! Move! Move!

[Laughing and shouting]

What are you taking me?

Let go!
Ok!

[Laughing]

[All shouting at once]

Get off my neck, will ya?

Come on, pick him up!
Pick him up!

[Laughter]

Hello, ruffler.

Visitors for you.

They want your help.

[Cheering and clapping]

&
We're honest folk, sir.

Well, then,
you are not welcome here.

If you are a thief, say,

Or--or a vagabond,

Even a nobleman or a lawyer.

My son's a thief.

The best
in london, sir.

A thief, you say?

Light-fingered.

Cutpurse!

Pickpocket!

[Laughter]

It's a lie!

I'm not a thief!

That lying m*rder*r
is not my father.

I'm the prince of wales.

Ha ha ha!

[All laughing]

[All shouting]

A lying m*rder*r

And a madman.

Welcome, friends.

Mandrake, bring them closer.
Let's have a look at them.

Hey...

He's not violent?

We are delicate,
fragile people.

Oh, no.

Then unloose him.

Night owl. Linklight.

Bring food and drink
for these worthy unworthies.

Let us show them
the hospitality

Of the sturdy beggars.

Moll, mandrake, hodge.

Sing them our anthem, um...

[Squeals] ha ha!

Wheee!

Come, mandrake, hodge!

Hodge! Ah ha ha ha!

[Beating rhythm]

Hark, hark,
the dogs do bark,

The beggars
are coming to town,

Some on jades

And some with bays

And some in a velvet gown.

Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,

To trouble
the state and crown,

Some wear satin
and some speak latin,

The beggars are coming to town.

Shh!

[Laughter]

But now you mustn't mind
the boy, sir.

He's a good thief,
but a bit crazy.

And, uh,

And he speaks the truth.

At least about you.

Heh heh heh.

Liar and m*rder*r.

Yes.

You have the gallows look
about you, bully.

Tell us...who you k*lled.

Tell us!

Tell us!
Come on, tell us!

It was an accident.

Isn't it always.

We are all here
by accident. Yea.

[Laughter]

We are sturdy beggars,
hmm?

Thieves.

Outlaws.

Cripples.

Harlots, runaways.

[Chuckles] aye.

And, uh...

Unfrocked priests,

Dispossessed monks,

Banished yeoman,
starving soldiers.

Perhaps even a gentleman
or two here or there.

Who knows?

So, welcome, m*rder*r,
and your lunatic.

Oh, he's not
a true lunatic, sir,

And he steals well.

But he thinks he's
the prince of wales.

[Laughter]

Then he is behind the time.

Doesn't he know
that the old king is dead

And in hell?

God rest him!

All: god rest him!
God rest him in hell!

God rest him, in hell.

Why I should wish him ill,

I do not know.

True, he did break
the monastery

Where I was a monk

And drive us all out
to starve.

When I was a monk,

I lived well,
took from the poor,

And had all the nuns
I wanted.

Now that I am
a sturdy beggar,

I live well,
take from the poor,

And, uh, although
they may not be nuns...

They haven't changed
their habits.

[Laughter]

So, as to king henry's
damnation,

I am impartial.

A toast to the new king.

Edward!

Long may he reign

And may he look
more kindly

Upon dishonest monks,
honest beggars,

And all poor folk
than his father did!

Why should he?

Why should he care?

Will he be any better
than his father was?

You say king henry
broke your monastery, ruffler.

You were lucky.

I were a plowman
before they enclosed my land.

Threw me into the road
with my wife and babes,

To be whipped
from town to town.

Look there.

[Murmuring and gasping]

To hell with your kings,

Henry and edward, I say,

And let such things be.

Amen.

All: amen.

'Tis a cruel world.

I was a forester
till they cut down the trees.

Then when I poached
to feed my family, they...

[Murmuring]

My wife was hanged.

They said it was for blasphemy.

If I'm caught...

The law of england
says I must burn.

You will not.

As from this hour,
that law is dead.

And if my father,
the king,

Had known
about all these wrongs

That you have suffered,

He never would have
permitted it.

When you refer to the king,
your father,

Do you speak, uh,
figuratively,

As one who holds that the king
is father of all the people,

Or do you claim to bex
one of his late majesty's

Numerous b*stards?

Neither. I'm edward,
king of england.

[Laughter]

Damn you, tom,
hold your tongue.

He saw the king
drive by.

That was an imposter,

A pauper who's stolen
my throne.

[Loud laughter]

Your majesty had better
hasten back to london,

For once they put that crown
on that pauper's head,

It's good-bye
to your throne forever.

Yes, I must go quickly,

Before I'm too late.

Don't fret, dearie!

We'll give you a coronation!

Ha! Mandrake!

King tom.

King tom the beggar.
Ha ha!

So, king of fou-fou.

King fou-fou
of france!

King of the--

Let's crown him!

[Laughing]

Let's crown him!

Crown him!

Robe him!

Scepter him!

Robe him!

Be gracious
to his mighty fou-fou.

Trample not upon
thy people, oh great king.

Oh, pity thy sl*ves.

Reward thy humble servant.

Hail to he, king fou-fou.

King fou-fou!

Honor me with a great big
royal kick up the a*s,

Your majesty!

[Laughing]

Oi!

Get him!

I'll get him!

Ha ha ha!

Hey!

Run, boy!

Uhh!

[Laughter]

Let them have
a fair fight...

As foul as they please.

[Murmuring]

[Laughter]

Ohh!

[Laughter]

Just look at hugo!

Hugo, get up.

Get up, hugo.

[Laughter]

Come on, hugo!

[All laughing and shouting]

Arrr...

[Laughter]
unh!

Come on!
[Laughter]

Now I'm going.

Let no one hinder me,

At his peril.

Hey!

You're goin' nowhere.

When I'm crowned,
my first task

Will be to build
a gallows for you,

So you will hang
for the m*rder of my friend.

Children have no respect
for their parents nowadays.

You're stayin' right here!

By god, if you try
runnin' out on me--

Hold there, bully!

Don't let paternal
affection

Cloud your judgment.
Let him go.

Madman or no,
whoever he is,

He's too good for you.

[Snaps fingers]

Prevent him.

[Grunts]

Carefully.

And let the boy go.

[Grunts]

Unh!
You...

You ungrateful--

Get up, you!

Rrrr...

What--

Arrrgh!

Aaahhh!

Ah--ah--

Aah--aaahhh!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah--

Uhh.

[Muttering]

[Exhales]

[Muttering]

[Muttering]

[Sighs]

He's dead.

Into thy hands, o god.

Why on earth
did you bring him here?

Now we shall
have to bury him.

[Exasperated sigh]

[Bird calling]

You?

Yes, me.

I've been beating
this forest for hours

In search of you
and this...

Ruffler's camp.

Where's canty?

Somewhere back there.

This monstrous man
seized him.

Excellent.

But he may be k*lling him.

Even better.
Come on, boy. Hurry.

But I don't want to marry
the queen of scotland.

She's only 6 years old.

Royal marriages take
no account of ages, sire.

And the alternative
could well be w*r,

Your majesty.

All right, we'll go to w*r.

I mean, marriage
is a serious affair.

Impossible, sire.

Any action
against scotland

Would almost certainly
provoke france.

Oh, the devil take france.

By all means, sire.

But until he does,

France will remain

An ever-present danger
to england.

Then we'll meet it.

We've always beaten the french.

We'll fight them.

Unthinkable, your majesty.

We are in no condition
for w*r.

Which is why
your majesty

Must determine
our policy

Towards paris
and edinburgh.

And, uh, indeed,
your councilors

Are waiting.

Ohh...

Ohh...

Oh, I don't know!

France, scotland,

Marriage, policies.

Can't you
and the council decide?

We can only advise, sire.

The decisions must be
your majesty's.

Well, I cannot
make them now.

The council
will have to wait.

My lords,

The sun is shining,

And my wits are buzzing
with all this chatter

About haggis and garlic.

The council will have to
consider the matters,

And you'll have to decide
which is best.

And come and tell me
about it

When it is raining.

But the safety
and good of the--

But I cannot decide.

I don't know.

As your majesty pleases.

No, jane, don't go.

Whew!

[Door closes]

You see what it is
to be a king?

I don't understand
half of what they say.

Why can't they make
some decisions for themselves?

Because your majesty's
word is the law.

Hmm.

Yes, that's true.

Kings may do as they please,
mayn't they?

Yes, your majesty.

And the king
must be obeyed.

Indeed, your majesty.

What an excellent
arrangement.

Close your eyes.

Well?

Whatever
your majesty wishes

Is your loyal servant's
command.

Please?

Kings are lucky devils.

Mm.

But the council--
should not your majesty--

Oh, anyone can talk
to the council.

But there are some things

A king must do for himself.

[Door opens]

Pardon, your majesty.

I had thought
to find you alone.

My sister,
no ceremony, please.

If I might seek a word with
your majesty in private?

Why? There's only jane here.

Oh, very well, then.

Wait for me in the garden.

Zp
well, bessie,

What have you come
to talk to me about?

I could box your ears,
by god!

What do I find
in the corridor this minute?

The privy council of the realm

Chased out like idle schoolboys

So that you can play cupid
with that hussy?

How dare you
talk to me like that!

I'll dare more than that.

Do you think
that a state runs itself

Or that you can wave
england's business aside

Because you're too idle
or too peevish

Or too hot after
that simpering baggage?

I'll see to her,
god help me.

And I'll not be railed up
by any royal hoyden

Who does not know her place

And forgets the respect
due to her king!

Respect?

Respect?!

Now mark me, little brother.

I may forget
what is due to you,

But I shall never
forgot what is due

To something
you seem to have forgotten.

And what might that be?

England!

Oh, ned.

To see you so--so changed...

So careless of all government,

And your ministers waiting
like beggars at the door

While you trifle away
the time.

Oh, ned.

It's not worthy.

What I do is my affair,
madam, not yours!

I am the king and I do not
need your advice.

Or your fishwife tongue.

I have your majesty's
leave to go?

Yes!

i'm the king, you hear?!

And I'll do as I like
and I'll rule as I please.

If' the day ever comes
when you're on the throne,

Then you can take care
of england!

By god I will!

Miles:
it's only a little way now.

Every moment lost is vital.

I must get to london.
If that--

Oh, my god,
not that again!

Listen, boy,
I'm not going--

Do not "boy" me, sir.

I am "your majesty."

Oh. Your majesty's pardon.

If your majesty will be
pleased

To take gracious note

That your majesty's
humble servant is tired,

And he is hungry,

And he has got blisters
on his feet.

Now, my home is only
just down the hill,

And there we can rest
and we can eat

And we can sleep.

And I swear I'll see you
safe to london

Where you can be crowned
to your heart's content,

Majesty.

There it is.

Hendon hall.

Home.

I see the old apple tree
is missing.

But it's been a long time.

Since you were last home?

Aye.

And in that time
I've fought for pay from...

From poland to barbary,

From--on the scottish
marshes to constantinople.

And for which
I have to show what?



And £17 in ready money.

Ha ha ha ha!

And I dreamed of returning
with a fortune, boy--

Uh, majesty.

But this is mine.

Mine!

And edith will be waiting.

Edith?

Aye.

The lady whom I shall marry.

But first let us see
how my brother hugh

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Has been looking after my inheritance, hmm?

Oh.

Royal majesty.

Ha ha ha!

Come, boy.

[Pounding on door]

Here, the hall.

Do you like it?

Linder?

Ha ha ha ha!

Is it you?

Good to see you.

Sir, i...

I do not
understand.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Oh, lord.

Who are you, sir?

What do you want?

Hugh?

Ha--ha ha ha!

Have the wars
changed me that much?

I was never pretty.

It can only be
for the better, sir.

Whoever you are,
you are mistaken.

I do not know you, sir.

Nor this fellow,
whoever he may be.

[Chuckles]

Well, as for this fellow,
he is mad,

But i, sir, am--
am your brother.

My brother.

I know that there is more
than one madman in my hall.

Call the grooms.
Out this fellow out.

Your hall, sir?

My god, will you deny me
that I am--

[Footsteps]

Edith.

Edith.

I have come home.

Edith!

You do not know this man.

My brother miles is dead
these last 3 years.

This is an imposter,
seeking to gain--dj

What, are you mad?!

You lying filth!
What villainy is this?

Edith, it is miles.

Surely you must remember.

Why don't you speak?

Why do you not speak?

Because my wife
does not know you, fellow.

Your wife, sir?

÷D
it is not true.

Edith, it is not true.

I am miles.

You must know me.

Say I am not
miles hendon.

Say I am not
miles hendon!

Aye.

Aye.

Hugh: get him out.

You b*stard!

You take my name,

My home,

My woman!

Uhh!

Aah!

[Shouting]

[Yelling]

Aah!

[Grunting]

Aah!

Amazing.

Crazy fellow
pretending to be miles.

Still, no one will
heed his wild claims.

Kx
will they?

Put him
in the village stocks

So that all the people
in the district

Can look at him

And see that he
is not my unhappy brother.

[Mooing, oinking, quacking]

[Coughing]

There he is.
Make him happy.

[Jeering and laughing]

Stop!
Stop, you cowards!

Man: make way there!

Make way for
the gentleman and his lady!

Make way!

Hugh: this, my lord
is the, uh, pretender

To hendon hall.
Would you believe it?

Ha ha ha ha!
Incredible!

Is he a lunatic?

Possibly.

Either that or a criminal.

What is certain is
that he is an imposter.

No one knows him,
do they, my dear?

Wrong, brother.

I know.

And you know.

And I know.

This is my friend,
miles hendon.


Must be infectious.

Ha ha!

Aye, like insolence.

We have a cure
for that, too.

Williams?

Give this noisy cub
a taste of your whip.

Let him yelp
to some purpose.

Williams: come, boy.

You dare?!

You'll die for this!

You vermin,
can't you see he's mad?

Will you flog an idiot?!

If you must lash somebody,
then let it be me.

Let him alone.

[Spits]

If you are men at all...

Then you'll whip me instead.

Very well.

Take him at his word.

And you...

You can speak
as muc

But for every
word you utter

He gets 6 lashes more.

Begin.

[Laughing]

Please, hugh!

You're brave,

Good heart.

The king
will not forget...

Sir miles hendon.

Úd
may god forbid

You ever
make me duke, boy.

[Breathing hard]

Go, boy. Get out
of here. Leave me.

I should--
I should do well enoug.

It's folly to stay.

I'm not "boy," sir miles.

A knight should know
how to address his king.

[Horse neighs]

Miles.

Miles.

It's truly you.

Oh, god.
You're home again.

Vp
edith.

There, sir.

I thought you were dead,
that you would never come.

So many years
and no word from you,

And yet always I waited.

And then 3 years ago
hugh showed me a letterkh

That said--said you'd
been k*lled in germany,

And I thought
I should die, too.

As for the letter,
it was forged.

But why did you
not know me?

He knew you were coming.

One of the grooms
saw you on your way here.

He said no one
must recognize you,

That if anyone did,
he would k*ll you.

He said everyone must deny
that you were miles hendon.

You don't understand
how powerful he's become.

Why, the people here
go in terror of him.

Is that why
you married him?

Is it?

Out of fear?

No.

He held my father's debts.

You know how poor we were.

And then when I thought...

You were dead.

[Crying]

Ohh.

Never mind.

It doesn't matter.

There are horses
for you and your friend.

You must go quickly,

Before hugh discovers
you've escaped.

I will go no further
than hendon hall.

I have an instrument of divorce
to serve upon my brother

And it is made
of spanish steel.

No, miles, no.

He'll have you k*lled
or kidnapped and sold overseas.

He can do it.

He has the power
and great friends at court.

We're going
to the coronation tomorrow

Of the new king.

Sir miles has
a greater friend

At court, lady.

He shall have back
his inheritance.

But what matters is that
you are alive and free.

-[
But there's no hope for you here, not now.

No one will ever
dare to recognize you.

You must leave, miles,

Quickly.

For my sake.

Please.

Aye.

I will leave it.

But only for your sake.

[Birds chirping]

U
miles: am I to scout the country like a thief

Or a pauper without a name?
Hmm?

Even shouting
from the rooftops

That I'm miles hendon
and nobody will believe me.

Am I to be a ragged shadow,

Unrecognized,
disinherited, lost,

Staring at myself
in the mirror,

Asking who I am
and not getting an answer?

God, that is madness, boy.

That's what
everyone will say...

That you're mad.

÷
You may tell them who you are,

But they'll only
laugh and mock at you.

Or beat you or set
you in the stocks.

But they won't
believe you.

I know.

No matter how hard
you tell them,

They'll just
call you a madman.

I'm no madman, boy.

I know who I am.

Do you?

So do i.

But no one
believes me.

Why should
they believe you?

Why should i
believe you,

You who won't
believe me?

Where's the difference
between us?

Where are you going?

To london.

If I do not,

They will crown
an imposter in my place.

And when I am crowned,

You shall have
your name again

And your lady...

And your inheritance.

I shall do justice.

Not only for you,

But for all this land.

For all the poor...

Dispossessed,

And persecuted.

I have seen them
along the road

And been one of them.

@
And they shall have right.

Majesty.

My king.

Z
my king.

Here comes the king!

[Fanfare]

[Bells ringing]

Do i...
Look very foolish?

Your majesty could never
look that.

My majesty...

It's a perilous thing,
this majesty.

Jane...

I love you...

And I want to marry you.

Do you love me?

I have told
your majesty so.

"My majesty."

But suppose
I were no majesty,

But some
ordinary fellow.

Not edward tudor,

But harry

Or d*ck

Or tom.

Would you love me then?

Would you be content

To be the wife
of such a man?

I could never
help loving you.

-
But I confess,

I'd rather be queen jane
than mrs. Tom.

Well...that's honest.

But since you are king

And soon to be crowned,
what's to matter?

[Cheering]

Inconvenient,

The escape
of that imposter,

Was it not?

Still, it need
not trouble us.

When we have
kissed the hand

Of the new-crowned king

At westminster abbey,

Then we shall be
nicely in the saddle.

Now, remember, boy--

Uh, your majesty,
leave the fighting to me.

It's my trade. Hmm?

Yes. And in 10 years
of that trade

You made, uh,
£17, I think.

Forgive me, sir miles,

But I've seen
you fight 3 times.

Once we ran away
and twice you lost.

Gé
[horses approach]

You must do better
for your king.

Yes, well, if your majesty
will be gracious

To please get rid
of the driver,

I shall, uh, leap through
the window. Come, sire.

Yaah!

Aah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Here!

Put this on.

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Imposter.

Pretender.

Miles! Miles.

Pretender, miles--
which am i, then?

Which am i?!

'
Miles-- my brother miles.

You seem to have the facility

To change your mind
from minute to minute.

No, miles, no!
You'll k*ll him.

That was
my general intention.

Quick, help me get
his clothes off.

What?

Help me, woman!

[Cheering]

Aah!
Aah!

[Grunting]

Is the damn fellow
some kind of a m*dget?

Are you some kind
of a m*dget?!

[Muffled]

[Triumphal music playing
and choir singing alleluia]

Our invitations,
captain.

Sorry, sir,
you're too late.

The ceremony's begun.

Nonsense, sir.

This is
the lord of hendon hall,

And I am his lady.

You will admit us,
sir, at once.

I beg your pardon,
my lady.

Drive on.

Would you please
hurry, sir.

'Tis plain to see.

[Banging
and muffled shouting]

[Muffled shouting]

What's this, sir?

[Shouting continues]

You may not know it,

But we are close
to his majesty.

Extremely close.

Stop that man!

He's an imposter!
Traitor!

Get inside!

♪ Alleluia ♪

♪ Alleluia ♪

♪ Alleluia ♪

Bolt the door!

Oh!

♪ Alleluia ♪
[shouting]

Guard!

Guard!

♪ Alleluia ♪

♪ Alleluia ♪

♪ Allelu... ♪

Yah!

Go get your crown, boy!

♪ Alleluia , alleluia ♪

Close the door!

Edward: stop!

[Murmuring]

Thy head is forfeit.

That is not the king.

I am edward of england.
I am the king.

Take that man out!

Guards, seize him!

Wait! It's true.

He is edward.

I'm not the king.

Your majesty.

But, your majesty.

Sire?

[Crowd gasps]

I was not
a good king, sire.

I was not a good pauper.

In god's name, my lord,
look at them!

[Murmuring]

But, uh,
which is which?

You have heard
us both, my lord.

I am the king.

That is tom canty.

That's a fact, my lord.

But that's no proof.

You have our word, sir.

What other proof is needed?

Something more
than the word

Of a rascal in rags!

Miles: show the seal, boy!

Your majesty!

If you will not believe me,

Will you believe
the prince of wales' seal?

Ah, that would
be proof indeed,

For only he that was
the prince of wales

Could have it.

Edward: very well, then.

But I had it!

Arrest that impostor!

Back! Whoever touches him
perils his life.

Is this what you were
looking for, your majesty?

You dropped it
in the scuffle.

Proof, my lord?

It is the prince's seal.

Your majesty.

God save the true king!

[Cheering]

Wait!

Let him be.

This is my friend, tom.

[Whistling]

[Groaning]

[Murmuring]

Get up, sir!

Get up! You are sitting
in the presence of the king!

Let him sit.

It is his right.

[Triumphal music plays]

Norfolk, narrating: edward vi
was crowned king of england

In westminster abbey
on the 20th of february 1547.

One of his
first acts as king

Was to make tom canty
a royal ward

And appoint him
chief of the governors

Of christ's hospital,
london.

And so the thief and pauper

Became chairman of the board.

Being a dutiful son,

Tom continued to look
after his mother.

And with the money he gave her,
the poor widow canty

Started a property
and real estate business

Providing slum dwellings
for the poor.

In this way, offal court

Eventually spread over
most of london.

Lady jane, disappointed
at not becoming queen,

Jilted tom and married
an extremely rich duke.

However, she and tom
continued to meet in secret,

And so lived
happily ever after.

From time to time.

The duke of norfolk,

Whose kindness and humanity
had so impressed tom,

Celebrated his escape
of the execution

By regaining political power

And wreaking vengeance
on his enemies.

They died violently
on the scaffold.

The kindly duke
survived into his 80s,

Having outlived
practically everybody.

Sir miles hendon
and lady edith were married

And returned to hendon hall,

Where she drove him
to drink.

[No audio]

One result of this
was that he not only sat,

But frequently lay intoxicated
in the royal presence.

[Belches]

[Laughs]

His wicked brother hugh,

Having agreed
to a divorce from edith,

Fled to america,

Where he enjoyed a successful
political career.

The ruffler organized
his sturdy beggars

On a due-paying basis

And so became the first
full-time trade union leader.

Princess elizabeth,
sister to edward vi,

Became queen in her own right
when she was 25

And ruled for 45 years.

As she had promised,

She took good care of england.