"Mates, he is my son, a dreamer, a fool, and stark mad, mind him not, he thinketh he is the King."
"I am the King," said Edward, turning toward him, "as thou shalt know to thy cost, in good time. Thou hast confessed a murder, thou shalt swing for it."
"Thou'lt betray me? Thou? An'I get my hands... [continue to read »]
from the book "" by Mark Twain