Il principe e il povero

[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.