Henri Matisse Painting

Henri Matisse Painting
"Ho, Sir William Herbert! Hie thee hither, and list to the strangest dream that ever.... Sir William! Dost hear? Man, I did think me changed to a pauper, and... Ho there! Guards! Sir William! What! is there no groom of the chamber in waiting? Alack it shall go hard with-"
"What aileth thee?" asked a whisper near him. "Who art thou calling?"
"Sir William Herbert. Who art thou?"
Henri Matisse Painting
"I? Who should I be, but thy sister Nan? Oh, Tom, I had forgot! Tbou"rt mad yet-poor lad thou"rt mad yet, would I had never woke to know it again! But, prithee, master thy tongue, lest we be all beaten till we die!"
The startled prince sprang partly up, but a sharp reminder from his stiffened bruises brought him to himself, and he sunk back among his foul straw with a moan and the ejaculation:
"Alas, it was no dream, then!"
Henri Matisse Painting