The Prince and the Pauper (Mass Market Paperback)
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【お取り寄せ・キャンセル不可の商品】：2週間~4週間でお届け（お急ぎの方はご遠慮ください。） ／ 【本の説明】224ページ 105*175mm 言語：English 国：アメリカ 109g ISBN：9780553212563 対象年齢：10~14歳|Lexile?指数：610L ／ 【本の内容】Rich with surprise and hilarious adventure The Prince and the Pauper is a delightful satire of England’s romantic past and a joyful boyhood romp filled with the same tongue-in-cheek irony that sparks the best of Mark Twain’s tall tales. Two boys one an urchin from London’s filthy lanes the other a prince born in a lavish palace unwittingly trade identities. Thus a bedraggled “Prince of Poverty” discovers that his private dreams have all come true?while a pampered Prince of Wales finds himself tossed into a rough-and-tumble world of squalid beggars and villainous thieves. Originally written as a story for children The Prince and the Pauper is
【本の説明】
224 ページ
105*175mm
言語： English
国： アメリカ
109g
ISBN ： 9780553212563
対象年齢： 10 ~ 14歳 | Lexile?指数 ： 610L
【本の内容】
Rich with surprise and hilarious adventure The Prince and the Pauper is a delightful satire of England’s romantic past and a joyful boyhood romp filled with the same tongue-in-cheek irony that sparks the best of Mark Twain’s tall tales. Two boys one an urchin from London’s filthy lanes the other a prince born in a lavish palace unwittingly trade identities. Thus a bedraggled “Prince of Poverty” discovers that his private dreams have all come true?while a pampered Prince of Wales finds himself tossed into a rough-and-tumble world of squalid beggars and villainous thieves. Originally written as a story for children The Prince and the Pauper is a classic novel for adults as well?through its stinging attack on the ageless human folly of attempting to measure true worth by outer appearances.
Reviews
“Twain was . . . enough of a genius to build his morality into his books with humor and wit and?in the case of
The Prince and the Pauper
?wonderful plotting.”?E. L. Doctorow
Excerpt
Chapter One
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 house-top 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 revelers 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.
Chapter Two
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 criss-cross 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 Lane. It was small decayed and ricketty but it was packed full of wretchedly poor families. Canty's tribe occupied a room on the third floor. The mother and father had a sort of bedstead in the corner but Tom his grandmother and his two sisters Bet and Nan were not restricted-they had all the floor to themselves and might sleep where they chose. There were the remains of a blanket or two and some bundles of ancient and dirty straw but these could not rightly be called beds for they were not organized; they were kicked into a general pile mornings and selections made from the mass at night for service.
Bet and Nan were fifteen years old-twins. They were good-hearted girls unclean clothed in rags and profoundly ignorant. Their mother was like them. But the father and the grandmother were a couple of fiends. They got drunk whenever they could; then they fought each other or anybody else who came in the way; they cursed and swore always drunk or sober; John Canty was a thief and his mother a beggar. They made beggars of the children but failed to make thieves of them. Among but not of the dreadful rabble that inhabited the house was a good old priest whom the king had turned out of house and home with a pension of a few farthings and he used to get the children aside and teach them right ways secretly. Father Andrew also taught Tom a little Latin and how to read and write; and would have done the same with the girls but they were afraid of the jeers of their friends who could not have endured such a queer accomplishment in them.
All Offal Court was just such another hive as Canty's house. Drunkenness riot and brawling were the order there every night and nearly all night long. Broken heads were as common as hunger in that place. Yet little Tom was not unhappy. He had a hard time of it but did not know it. It was the sort of time that all the Offal Court boys had therefore he supposed it was the correct and comfortable thing. When he came home empty handed at night he knew his father would curse him and thrash him first and that when he was done the awful grandmother would do it all over again and improve on it; and that away in the night his starving mother would slip to him stealthily with any miserable scrap or crust she had been able to save for him by going hungry herself notwithstanding she was often caught in that sort of treason and soundly beaten for it by her husband.
No Tom's life went along well enough especially in summer. He only begged just enough to save himself for the laws against mendicancy were stringent and the penalties heavy; so he put in a good deal of his time listening to good Father Andrew's charming old tales and legends about giants and fairies dwarfs and genii and enchanted castles and gorgeous kings and princes. His head grew to be full of these wonderful things and many a night as he lay in the dark on his scant and offensive straw tired hungry and smarting from a thrashing he unleashed his imagination and soon forgot his aches and pains in delicious picturings to himself of the charmed life of a petted prince in a regal palace. One desire came in time to haunt him day and night: it was to see a real prince with his own eyes. He spoke of it once to some of his Offal Court comrades; but they jeered him and scoffed him so unmercifully that he was glad to keep his dream to himself after that.
He often read the priest's old books and got him to explain and enlarge upon them. His dreamings and readings worked certain changes in him by and by. His dream-people were so fine that he grew to lament his shabby clothing and his dirt and to wish to be clean and better clad. He went on playing in the mud just the same and enjoying it too; but instead of splashing around in the Thames solely for the fun of it he began to find an added value in it because of the washings and cleansings it afforded.
Tom could always find something going on around the May-pole in Cheapside and at the fairs and now and then he and the rest of London had a chance to see a military parade when some famous unfortunate was carried prisoner to the Tower by land or boat. One summer's day he saw poor Anne Askew and three men burned at the stake in Smithfield and heard an ex-Bishop preach a sermon to them which did not interest him. Yes Tom's life was varied and pleasant enough on the whole.
By and by Tom's reading and dreaming about princely life wrought such a strong effect upon him that he began to act the prince unconsciously. His speech and manners became curiously ceremonious and courtly to the vast admiration and amusement of his intimates. But Tom's influence among these young people began to grow now day by day; and in time he came to be looked up to by them with a sort of wondering awe as a superior being. He seemed to know so much! and he could do and say such marvelous things! and withal he was so deep and wise! Tom's remarks and Tom's performances were reported by the boys to their elders and these also presently began to discuss Tom Canty and to regard him as a most gifted and extraordinary creature. Full grown people brought their perplexities to Tom for solution and were often astonished at the wit and wisdom of his decisions. In fact he was become a hero to all who knew him except his own family-these only saw nothing in him.
Privately after a while Tom organized a royal court! He was the prince; his special comrades were guards chamberlains equerries lords and ladies in waiting and the royal family. Daily the mock prince was received with elaborate ceremonials borrowed by Tom from his romantic readings; daily the great affairs of the mimic kingdom were discussed in the royal council and daily his mimic highness issued decrees to his imaginary armies navies and viceroyalties.
After which he would go forth in his rags and beg a few farthings eat his poor crust take his customary cuffs and abuse and then stretch himself upon his handful of foul straw and resume his empty grandeurs in his dreams.
And still his desire to look just once upon a real prince in the flesh grew upon him day by da
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224 ページ
105*175mm
言語： English
国： アメリカ
109g
ISBN ： 9780553212563
対象年齢： 10 ~ 14歳 | Lexile?指数 ： 610L
【本の内容】
Rich with surprise and hilarious adventure The Prince and the Pauper is a delightful satire of England’s romantic past and a joyful boyhood romp filled with the same tongue-in-cheek irony that sparks the best of Mark Twain’s tall tales. Two boys one an urchin from London’s filthy lanes the other a prince born in a lavish palace unwittingly trade identities. Thus a bedraggled “Prince of Poverty” discovers that his private dreams have all come true?while a pampered Prince of Wales finds himself tossed into a rough-and-tumble world of squalid beggars and villainous thieves. Originally written as a story for children The Prince and the Pauper is a classic novel for adults as well?through its stinging attack on the ageless human folly of attempting to measure true worth by outer appearances.
Reviews
“Twain was . . . enough of a genius to build his morality into his books with humor and wit and?in the case of
The Prince and the Pauper
?wonderful plotting.”?E. L. Doctorow
Excerpt
Chapter One
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 house-top 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 revelers 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.
Chapter Two
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 criss-cross 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 Lane. It was small decayed and ricketty but it was packed full of wretchedly poor families. Canty's tribe occupied a room on the third floor. The mother and father had a sort of bedstead in the corner but Tom his grandmother and his two sisters Bet and Nan were not restricted-they had all the floor to themselves and might sleep where they chose. There were the remains of a blanket or two and some bundles of ancient and dirty straw but these could not rightly be called beds for they were not organized; they were kicked into a general pile mornings and selections made from the mass at night for service.
Bet and Nan were fifteen years old-twins. They were good-hearted girls unclean clothed in rags and profoundly ignorant. Their mother was like them. But the father and the grandmother were a couple of fiends. They got drunk whenever they could; then they fought each other or anybody else who came in the way; they cursed and swore always drunk or sober; John Canty was a thief and his mother a beggar. They made beggars of the children but failed to make thieves of them. Among but not of the dreadful rabble that inhabited the house was a good old priest whom the king had turned out of house and home with a pension of a few farthings and he used to get the children aside and teach them right ways secretly. Father Andrew also taught Tom a little Latin and how to read and write; and would have done the same with the girls but they were afraid of the jeers of their friends who could not have endured such a queer accomplishment in them.
All Offal Court was just such another hive as Canty's house. Drunkenness riot and brawling were the order there every night and nearly all night long. Broken heads were as common as hunger in that place. Yet little Tom was not unhappy. He had a hard time of it but did not know it. It was the sort of time that all the Offal Court boys had therefore he supposed it was the correct and comfortable thing. When he came home empty handed at night he knew his father would curse him and thrash him first and that when he was done the awful grandmother would do it all over again and improve on it; and that away in the night his starving mother would slip to him stealthily with any miserable scrap or crust she had been able to save for him by going hungry herself notwithstanding she was often caught in that sort of treason and soundly beaten for it by her husband.
No Tom's life went along well enough especially in summer. He only begged just enough to save himself for the laws against mendicancy were stringent and the penalties heavy; so he put in a good deal of his time listening to good Father Andrew's charming old tales and legends about giants and fairies dwarfs and genii and enchanted castles and gorgeous kings and princes. His head grew to be full of these wonderful things and many a night as he lay in the dark on his scant and offensive straw tired hungry and smarting from a thrashing he unleashed his imagination and soon forgot his aches and pains in delicious picturings to himself of the charmed life of a petted prince in a regal palace. One desire came in time to haunt him day and night: it was to see a real prince with his own eyes. He spoke of it once to some of his Offal Court comrades; but they jeered him and scoffed him so unmercifully that he was glad to keep his dream to himself after that.
He often read the priest's old books and got him to explain and enlarge upon them. His dreamings and readings worked certain changes in him by and by. His dream-people were so fine that he grew to lament his shabby clothing and his dirt and to wish to be clean and better clad. He went on playing in the mud just the same and enjoying it too; but instead of splashing around in the Thames solely for the fun of it he began to find an added value in it because of the washings and cleansings it afforded.
Tom could always find something going on around the May-pole in Cheapside and at the fairs and now and then he and the rest of London had a chance to see a military parade when some famous unfortunate was carried prisoner to the Tower by land or boat. One summer's day he saw poor Anne Askew and three men burned at the stake in Smithfield and heard an ex-Bishop preach a sermon to them which did not interest him. Yes Tom's life was varied and pleasant enough on the whole.
By and by Tom's reading and dreaming about princely life wrought such a strong effect upon him that he began to act the prince unconsciously. His speech and manners became curiously ceremonious and courtly to the vast admiration and amusement of his intimates. But Tom's influence among these young people began to grow now day by day; and in time he came to be looked up to by them with a sort of wondering awe as a superior being. He seemed to know so much! and he could do and say such marvelous things! and withal he was so deep and wise! Tom's remarks and Tom's performances were reported by the boys to their elders and these also presently began to discuss Tom Canty and to regard him as a most gifted and extraordinary creature. Full grown people brought their perplexities to Tom for solution and were often astonished at the wit and wisdom of his decisions. In fact he was become a hero to all who knew him except his own family-these only saw nothing in him.
Privately after a while Tom organized a royal court! He was the prince; his special comrades were guards chamberlains equerries lords and ladies in waiting and the royal family. Daily the mock prince was received with elaborate ceremonials borrowed by Tom from his romantic readings; daily the great affairs of the mimic kingdom were discussed in the royal council and daily his mimic highness issued decrees to his imaginary armies navies and viceroyalties.
After which he would go forth in his rags and beg a few farthings eat his poor crust take his customary cuffs and abuse and then stretch himself upon his handful of foul straw and resume his empty grandeurs in his dreams.
And still his desire to look just once upon a real prince in the flesh grew upon him day by da
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