Английский язык с Марком Твеном. Принц и нищий / Mark Twain. The Prince and the Pauper

'Alack, my poor master (увы, мой бедный хозяин)!' ejaculated the whipping-boy, with feeling (воскликнул мальчик для битья с чувством); adding, to himself (добавив к себе = себе под нос), 'In truth 'tis as they said (поистине это = все так, как они сказали) — his mind is gone (его разум исчез) — alas, poor soul (увы, бедная душа)! But misfortune catch me (но напасть меня разрази; to catch — ловить), how am I forgetting (как это я забываю)! they said one must not seem to observe (они сказали, что никто не должен казаться замечать = подавать вида, что замечает) that aught is wrong with him (что что-либо не в порядке с ним).'

subdue [səb`dju:], brevity [`brevıtı], frequency [`fri:kwənsı]

During the forenoon, Tom had an enjoyable hour, by permission of his keepers, Hertford and St. John, with the Lady Elizabeth and the little Lady Jane Grey; though the spirits of the princesses were rather subdued by the mighty stroke that had fallen upon the royal house; and at the end of the visit his 'elder sister' — afterward the 'Bloody Mary' of history — chilled him with a solemn interview which had but one merit in his eyes, its brevity. He had a few moments to himself, and then a slim lad of about twelve years of age was admitted to his presence, whose clothing, except his snowy ruff and the laces about his wrists, was of black — doublet, hose and all. He bore no badge of mourning but a knot of purple ribbon on his shoulder. He advanced hesitatingly, with head bowed and bare, and dropped upon one knee in front of Tom. Tom sat still and contemplated him soberly for a moment. Then he said:

'Rise, lad. Who art thou? What wouldst have?'

The boy rose, and stood at graceful ease, but with an aspect of concern in his face. He said:

'Of a surety thou must remember me, my lord. I am thy whipping-boy.

'My whipping-boy?'

'The same, your grace, I am Humphrey — Humphrey Marlow.'

Tom perceived that here was some one whom his keepers ought to have told him about. The situation was delicate. What should he do? — pretend he knew this lad, and then betray, by his every utterance, that he had never heard of him before? No, that would not do. An idea came to his relief: accidents like this might be likely to happen with some frequency, now that business urgencies would often call Hertford and St. John from his side, they being members of the council of executors; therefore perhaps it would be well to strike out a plan himself to meet the requirements of such emergencies. Yes, that would be a wise course — he would practise on this boy, and see what sort of success he might achieve. So he stroked his brow, perplexedly, a moment or two, and presently said:

'Now I seem to remember thee somewhat — but my wit is clogged and dim with suffering —'