The game is intended for high school students, although for the first time it was held for young employees of the PMS center. The game gives teenagers the opportunity to explore concepts such as freedom and responsibility, and examine their behavior in situations of group rejection or gaining power. In addition, the variety of events is sure to pave the way for discussion of other important topics. The game is educational and educational in nature and can be used independently or in the context of training. The scenario is good for a small group of 8–10 people. Materials: attributes of absolute power (crown, scepter), a cup and the inscription “Help as much as you can” for the Beggar, cards with the names of the roles, a pack of paper, scissors, tape. Before the game, participants are advised to stock up on several low-value items - such as hairpins, pieces of paper, matches (later they will be needed for taxes and alms). Timecarrying out: about 2 hours.

FIRST STEP

The presenter announces the theme of the game and gives an introduction. Leading.Want remind to you plot stories Brand Twain "Prince And beggar". Two Very similar boy, located By different sides palace walls, accidentally are changing in some places. AND will know previously Not famous sides life, his new, A hence, And old provisions. Today, it seemed would, All We equal, But life often has us on different levels: boss And subordinate, Darling And rejected - Who- That turns out higher, Who- That below. Badly be beggars - You hungry, filthy, People turn away from you, despise, kick, nowhere get help, Yes What there - nowhere eat And warm. Fine be beggars - You neither behind What Not you answer, no one Not must, free With morning before evenings. A prince? Fine or Badly? Certainly, Fine - you taste delicacies, you command right And left, People bow you And Not dare contradict. AND All same Badly be prince. Want - Not Want, A necessary study state affairs, from which depends life And welfare subordinates. Want - Not Want, A necessary study questions uninteresting And unpleasant. Every strives persuade you on my side And do puppet. Practically All they lie you V eyes And Not blush. IN end after all, it is forbidden even marry By love! So What same better? What would You chose For myself? What would You were afraid more Total on opposite pole? When describing the position of “princes” and “paupers,” it is important to focus on understandable experiences, and not on the lack or presence of money, and then correct the guys who are inclined to see one side of these statuses. Here the presenter asks the participants to tell which role - the Prince or the Pauper - would be harder for them and why. Statements are worth recording. After completing the circle, the host announces that in order to participate in the further development of the game it is necessary to acquire immunity. It will come in handy when dealing with negative events. That is, participants are asked to face precisely those experiences that they named as difficult for themselves. Exercises and games are conducted. For those who would not like to find themselves in the role of a Beggar, situations involving the opposition of the individual to the group and group rejection are reproduced. For those who are frightened by the role of the Prince - situations in power. We should proceed from the formulations given by the participants. (Test options were recruited from well-known psychological games. Their detailed description can be found in the books of V. Petrusinsky, A. Prutchenkov, I. Vachkov, G. Marasanov.) If confusion or protest reactions arise in the group, then the leader: a) ahead of events, says that there will be a draw and the unwanted role could go to anyone; b) excludes protesters from the exercise if the group agrees to the presence of observers. This is one of the difficult moments of the game, since it requires the presenter to have quick orientation and varied experience in conducting training, and a stock of thoroughly familiar exercises. The table on the left shows statements from participants and options for exercises that can be done to develop immunity.

Each exercise should be briefly discussed. First, the direct participant speaks about his impressions. Then briefly those who helped. It is important for a psychologist to ask everyone the question: “What helped you cope with this situation?” or, if the situation is not resolved well, help the participant find resources to cope.

SECOND STEP

Cards are prepared in advance: Prince (1), Beggar (1), Merchant, Peasant, Citizen (according to the number of participants minus 2). Participants draw out cards without looking. Only the Prince's card is presented to everyone. The rest do not open their cards and receive the task of getting into a “warm place”, that is, among the courtiers. The prince is presented with signs of power - a crown, a scepter, etc. The participants line up in front of him and ask to be accepted into the court, citing various arguments in their favor. But if among those whom the Prince chooses there is a participant with a Beggar card, then a coup d'etat is declared. The draw is carried out again and the entire procedure is repeated, but no more than three times. The number of courtiers (1–3 people) depends on the size of the group. After selecting the courtiers, the remaining cards are presented. All roles are defined and the following rules are introduced. Prince-Not Maybe work; must serve alms To a beggar; must lead actions courtiers And population. Courtiers-Not can move away from Prince Further, how on one step; Not can refuse Prince V request; obliged smile. Merchants And Townspeople-obliged work; obliged to pay taxes, bow Prince. All-Not can touch To To a beggar; use scissors; lift up fallen on floor; call Friend friend By name. BeggarMaybe do All, What to him as you please. Every, violator rules, automatically is changing With Beggars in some places. After introducing the rules, a game task is announced. Leading.It became known, What from neighboring states moved forward army, to capture city. Residents cities must build lock For protection from enemies. You will be given a pack of paper, tape, and scissors. You have 15 minutes to build the castle. The presenter monitors compliance with the rules, changing roles in a timely manner. The game ends when the castle is built or if time is running out and no constructive ways to solve the problem have been found (mass violation of the rules, concentration of the game around one character, etc.).

THIRD STEP

Finalcirclediscussions Important points to discuss: Built whether lock? Who contributed greatest contribution V Creation castle? (Or: Who guilty V volume, What lock So And Not was built? )Who And Why complied with/ Not complied with rules? Who And How enjoyed their rights? Which winning moments were V at the disposal Prince? beggar? Others participants? How They were used? Often the Beggar, taking advantage of official permissiveness, interferes in every possible way with common work. It is important to discuss here: 1) opportunity everyone participant, violating original rules, become on place beggar And help V construction; 2) Why words "Can All" were interpreted How "Can All bad" (often met V life phenomenon). With frequent role changes and confusion during construction, it is necessary to discuss the purpose of the game rules in the final circle. This will give rise to an important discussion about the meaning and essence of social laws, public and private. If all participants followed the rules perfectly and roles did not change, the game may provide slightly less material for discussion. But in this case, it will be possible to talk about the experience of the participants who played the main roles and organize interviews with them, delving into a comparison of their initial ideas about the role and subsequent impressions. For many participants, an important discovery made after the game was the difference between what opportunities they had (great) and how they used them (poorly), and the transfer of this analogy to real life. Our game ended with a conversation about the freedom that we do not use.

MARK TWAIN
PRINCE AND THE PAUPER
Staged by E. Efimovsky
CHARACTERS
John Canty - head of the family, resident of the scum yard, Tom's father
His Wife, Tom's mother.
Tom Canty – boy 13-15 years old
King of England Henry U111 Tudor
His son, Prince Edward of Wales, future King Edward U1
Lord Protector of Hertford, the Prince's uncle
MilesGendon, nobleman
Humphrey Marlowe, whipping boy
Guard
Herald
Messenger
Hotel servant, Children of the Garbage Court, Residents of London, Students of the orphanage, Courtiers, servants, guards, tramps - there may be the same actors from 4 to 6 people.
FIRST ACTION

FIRST
YARD OF WASH
A group of guys in rags runs out. The two fight with wooden swords.
1st. Sir Hugh, defend yourself! Your death is at the tip of my sword!
2nd. Let's see who wins! You will pay me for insulting my ancient family of Greenwolds!
1st girl. Stop it, gentlemen! His Highness is coming!
The fight stops. Everyone greets Tom with a bow. The girls make a curtsy. They offer Tom a stool. He sits down majestically.
Volume. Please come, senior maid of honor. (The 2nd girl approaches with a bow) Why do your ladies squat low enough? Have fun with them!
2nd. I obey, Your Highness!
Volume. I announce the beginning of the trial of state criminals. Now I will be the Chief Judge. Let the first defendant come up. (The 1st one comes up) Prosecutor General, what is he accused of?
2nd. He reached into the pocket of a passer-by and pulled out two farthings from him.
Volume. How many times have I told you that the Chief Judge does not deal with such trifles.
1st. Wow small! A passerby caught up with him and beat him up... And then his father added that he had reached into his pocket awkwardly, not the way our parents teach us, to do everything unnoticed.
Volume. Ten lashes and let them go home. (1 leaves. He is conditionally given 10 blows with a rope on the back. He screams) Next. (They bring another one) So, as the prosecutor says, you beat your son to death?
3rd. He grabbed a piece of bread from the table and began stuffing it into his mouth. And this piece had to be divided with my younger brother.
Volume. But why did you hit him with your fist so hard? After all, he is only ten years old.
"Accused". I always hit him like this, and my wife adds to it. There was always nothing, but here I didn’t calculate it. He made me really angry. He didn’t steal anything during the day, didn’t beg from passers-by, but he wants to eat. How can you not beat someone like that half to death?
Volume. Half to death, but not to death. So, listen to my verdict, John Landor, a resident of the Garbage Yard on Pomoechnaya Street, is sentenced to hang for the murder of his son. Take away!
The “guard” grabs and tries to drag the “defendant” away. The “defendant” throws himself at the “prince’s” feet.
“Defendant” Have mercy, Mr. Judge! I won't hit my children anymore. I have three more of them.
Volume. What about forcing people to steal and beg?
“Defendant” I won’t either. Let us all die of hunger.
Volume. Fine. Let him go for the first time. But if you kill even one of your children again, you will be drowned in the Thames.
“Defendant” (falls at his feet) Thank you, my good lord.
The real herald enters.
Herald. Residents of the city of London! In the name of His Majesty, King Henry W111 and His Holiness the Bishop of Canterbury, by order of the high court, the public burning of the witch Anne Askew and her three young daughters will take place this evening at Smithfield. They are sentenced to death for causing a storm in their area and leaving 20 families homeless. (The herald leaves)
All.
-Hooray! Let's go to Smithfield today!
-Let's go to! Let's go to! Let's see!
-What if the witch puts out the fire and flies away on her broom? And her daughters follow her! This will be great!
Tom.Hush! Stop screaming. You are peers and sirs of our kingdom, and not some kind of jerk. The game isn't over yet. And now I’m announcing a ball at the palace. Orchestra!
(The orchestra plays “garbage” instruments,” but this cacaphony is gradually replaced by real palace music. “The gentlemen invite the ladies.” Everything is according to the rules. The ragamuffins dance medieval).
Volume. Ladies of honor, keep your back straight. Gentlemen, be gallant. As I taught you...And I am a priest, Father Andrew.
Tom himself shows how to dance. Suddenly Tom's father bursts in. The music stops.
Father. Oh, there you are, bastard! (Grabs Tom) Are you dancing? (Hits with his fist. Everyone runs away).
Volume. We played at the royal palace!
Father. There is nothing to eat at home! And he plays! To the palace! When you become a prince, then play! In the meantime, you are a beggar, like everyone else around you.
Volume. And I am already a prince! Everyone in the yard calls me that. I'm studying palace etiquette. I can read and write. And I know a little Latin... Sometimes even adults turn to me for advice.
Father. Maybe you can give me some advice on how to make a full one out of an empty pocket. I know who is teaching you this nonsense. I know who you're running to. This is the old scoundrel priest Andrew. Well, I will soon finish him off so that God will not recognize him when he goes to him after my treat. Turn out your pockets, what did you beg for today?
Volume. Here's one farthing.
Father. Where did you hide the rest?
Volume. Nowhere. Omniameamekum porto.
Father. What you said? He sent his father away, and not in our language, not in English. I'll kill you!
Volume. (running away) This is a Latin catchphrase. “I carry everything I have with me.”
Father. (grabs his son) And I carry everything I have with me. These are my fists. And now I'm going to beat you up like this.
(He attacks his son, his mother jumps out and shields Tom.)
Mother. Don't hit him, please! Better hit me!
Father. I'll kill them both! (He punches his wife and son, they fall flat. The father leaves).
Mother. (Raises his head) Son, are you alive?
Volume. Alive.
Mother. Here I brought you a crust to eat. Eat, you're hungry in the morning. Don’t go home now... Your father and grandmother are especially angry today. Your sisters also brought very little.
Volume. He is always angry and beats me and my grandmother until my bones crack.
Mother. What should we do? This is how everyone lives here. And our parents stole and begged for alms. And grandfathers. And we will live like this until the end. Humble yourself. Otherwise, he will beat you to death, like his son’s neighbor.
Volume. I would like to take at least one look at the real prince... come closer and take a good look at him. I would give whatever you want for this. I should take one look, and then at least let my father finish me off.
Mother. Get these princes out of your head. We are poor. Understand! Go to the square now, stand up and beg. At least bring a farthing.
Volume. And I won't steal.
Mother. And it is not necessary! Well, go with God. (Tom leaves) Plays princes. Oh, this will not lead to good!

SCENE TWO
IN THE CASTLE
Edward and Lord Protector of Hertford are on stage.
Edward. My lord, I have already studied both Latin and ancient Greek, and studied Roman law. I want to play ball.
Hertford. Your Highness! But you had already played with your sisters for the half hour you were scheduled to play.
Edward. But I haven't played enough. Are you going to run around with these girls?
Hertford. Your Highness, it is not proper for you to speak like that about their Highnesses, your sisters. And then your daily routine is approved by His Majesty. Remember how he scolded you when you deigned to play ball in His Majesty’s chambers and hit a stained-glass window made of Venetian glass with it. Now you should start reading books on Roman history. Caesar, Antony, Cleopatra, Cicero, Augustus... Well, okay, okay, while the doctors are attending to His Majesty, I allow you to walk for half an hour on the lawn in front of the palace. But don’t come close to the fence because the crowd of beggars and bastards always smells bad!
Edward: Uncle, don’t speak like that about His Majesty’s subjects in front of me.
Hertford. Fine. Okay, Your Highness. Yes, and due to some indisposition (I hope these words of mine will remain international), the king ordered that the Great Royal Seal be left with you. Here I put it on your table.
Edward. Fine. Okay, I'll put it back later. (Runs away).
Hertford. How much effort does it take to turn a boy prince into a future king, who then, judging by his character, will not reward you with anything good. Otherwise he will put his cousin Norfolk in the Tower, like His Majesty Henry the Eighth Tudor. By the way, our king is very bad. Oh, what am I saying (He comes up, opens the door and shouts). Our king is as healthy as ever! Anyone who doubts this will go to the chopping block without delay. Yes, long live His Majesty King Henry the Eighth! (Goes to the window, opens it, looks) Playing war with himself, unfortunate child! And the people, the people, are staring at him. (Leaves).
You can hear the crowd. The voices of the guard and Tom. “Where are you going, tramp!” “Oh, for what? Oh, it hurts! Laughter of the crowd. Edward’s voice: “How dare you offend the poor youth. How dare you treat even the least of my father's subjects so rudely? Open the gate and let him come in! Let him through immediately!” Voices: “Long live the Prince of Wales” “Hail the Prince!”

SCENE THREE
PRINCE AND THE PAUPER
Right there in the palace. Edward and Tom enter the chambers.
Edward: You seem hungry and tired. (At the door) Hey, someone bring food to my office! (To Tom) You were offended. Now you sing and tell everything about yourself. (Servants bring food, lots of food).
Servants. (in unison) Food is served.
Edward. Go and don't show up again. What's your name, boy?
Tom (chewing) Tom Canty, if you please, sir.
Edward. Strange name. Where do you live?
Tom. In London, I dare to report to your honor. Yard of Waste, which is on Pomoechnaya Street behind Obzhorny Row.
Edward. Yard of Garbage! Strange name... Do you have parents?
Volume. I have parents. There is also a grandmother whom I don’t like too much, may God forgive me if it’s a sin!.. And I also have two twin sisters - Nan and Beth.
Edward. This means we were born on the same day! (How I wish I had a twin brother!) Your grandmother must not be very kind to you?
Tom: She is not kind to anyone, I dare say to your lordship.
Edward. Does she offend you?
Tom: The only time she doesn’t hit me is when she’s asleep or clouds her mind with wine. But as soon as her head clears, she hits me twice as hard.
Edward. How? Beats?
Volume. Oh yes, I dare to report to your honor!
Edward.He hits! You, so weak and small! Listen! Before night falls, she will be tied up and thrown into the Tower. King, my father...
Tom: You forget, sir, that she is of low rank. The Tower is a dungeon for nobles.
Edward. Is it true! It didn't occur to me. But I will think about how to punish her. Is your father kind to you?
Volume. No kinder than my grandmother Canty, sir.
Edward: Fathers, it seems, are all the same. And my disposition is not meek. His hand is heavy, but he doesn’t touch me. Although, to tell the truth, he does not skimp on abuse. How does your mother treat you?
Tom: She is kind, sir, and never causes me any grief or pain. Both Nan and Beth are as kind as she is.
Edward. How old are they?
Volume. Fifteen, if you please, sir.
Edward. Lady Elizabeth, my sister, is fourteen. Lady Jane Grey, my cousin, is the same age as me. Tell me, do your sisters forbid their maids to laugh, so that they do not stain their souls with sin?
Volume. My sisters? Do you suppose, sir, that they have maids?
Edward. How, pray tell, can they manage without maids? Who helps them take off their clothes at night? Who dresses them when they get up in the morning?
Volume. No one, sir. Do you want them to undress at night and sleep without clothes, like animals?
Edward. Without clothes? Do they only have one dress?
Volume. Oh, your grace, what else do they need? After all, they don’t each have two bodies.
Edward. Haha. What a strange, bizarre thought! Forgive me for this laughter; I didn't mean to offend you. Your good sisters, Nan and Beth, will have enough dresses and servants, and very soon: my treasurer will see to it. No, don't thank me, it's empty. You speak well, easily and beautifully. Are you trained in science?
Volume. I don't know how to say it, sir. The good priest Andrew, out of mercy, taught me from his books.
Edward. Do you know Latin?
Volume. I'm afraid my knowledge is scanty, sir.
Edward. How will it be in Latin... well, let's say, “I carry everything I have with me”?
Volume "Omniameamekum porto".
Edward. Great! Greek is more difficult, but it seems that neither Latin, nor Greek, nor other languages ​​are difficult for Lady Elizabeth and my cousin. But tell me about your Court of Dregs. Do you have fun living there?
Tom. Really fun, if you please, sir, if I'm full, of course. They give us performances there: the actors play, scream, fight, and then kill each other and fall dead. So much fun to watch, and only costs a farthing; only sometimes it is very difficult to get this farthing, I dare to report to your honor.
Edward. Tell me more!
Tom: We boys in the Yard of Refuse sometimes fight each other with sticks, like apprentices.
Edward. ABOUT! and I wouldn't mind. Tell me more!
Tom. We run in races, sir, who will outrun whom.
Edward. I would like this too! Further!
Tom. In the summer, sir, we swim and swim in the canals, in the river, splashing water at each other, grabbing each other by the neck and forcing each other to dive, and screaming, and jumping, and...
Edward: I would give my father's entire kingdom to have fun like this just once. Please tell me more!
Volume. We sing and dance, we bury each other in the sand; we make mud pies... Oh, this beautiful mud! In the whole world, nothing gives us more pleasure. We are literally wallowing in the mud, no offense intended, sir!
Edward. Not a word more, please! It is wonderful! If only I could put on clothes that are similar to yours, walk barefoot, roll around in the mud to my heart's content, at least once, but without anyone scolding me or restraining me, I think I would gladly give up the crown.
Tom. And I... if only once I could dress like you, Your Grace... just one single time... After all, every day we play royal court, where I pretend to be a prince.
Edward. Oh, that's what you want? Well, have it your way! Take off your rags and put on this outfit. Our happiness will be short-lived, but that won’t make it any less joyful! Let's have fun as long as possible, and then change again before they come and interfere.
They go behind the screen.
The Lord Protector looks in.
Gertfort. Your Highness! In half an hour, His Majesty demands you! I was informed that you have entered the palace! Get ready for the meeting.
Edward's voice: “Tell His Majesty that I will be on time. Leave me alone for this half hour.
Lord. Of course, of course... (He leaves. The prince and the beggar appear from behind the screen, they exchanged clothes. They look at each other for a long time)
Edward. What do you think about that?
Volume. Oh, your grace, don't ask me to answer this question. It's not appropriate for my rank to talk about such things.
Edward: Then I’ll tell you about it. You have the same hair, the same eyes, the same voice, the same gait, the same height, the same posture, the same face as me. If we went out naked, no one could tell which of us was you and which was the Prince of Wales. Now that I’m wearing your clothes, it seems to me that I feel more vividly what you felt when the rude soldier... Listen, where did you get this bruise on your arm?
Volume. Nonsense, sir! Your Grace knows that that ill-fated sentry...
Edward. Shut up! He acted shamefully and cruelly! Don't move until I get back! This is my order! I will show him how to offend my subjects. Wait! The royal seal needs to be removed somewhere. Let’s put it in this knight’s glove for now. (Runs away. Lord Protector enters).
Hertford. Your Highness! Let's go to your father. He demands you immediately.
Volume. I can't. I should be here. I was told.
Hertford. What nonsense? What's wrong with you?
Tom. I'm not who you think I am...I'm Tom Kentiso of the Garbage Court.
Hertford. What nonsense! Prince! What's wrong with you?

SCENE FOUR
IN THE CITY
In the square near the palace (This can happen at one of the entrances to the hall or on the proscenium in front of the curtain)
Edward. What right did you have to beat a boy?! This is my guest!
Guard. What did you say... beggar brat? Well, get out! (pushes the prince to the crowd, onto the stage)
Edward. How dare you, I am the son of a king!
Crowd.
-Son of the king! Ha ha!
– You heard this Prince of Wales! Everyone fall to your knees!
-Ha!Ha!Ha! (Everyone pushes Edward)
- Raise him to the throne. (Raise them in their arms!)
Edward. Let me go! I'll have you all hanged! You will be quartered! Where are you taking me? Hey guards! Security!
- To Gallows Square. There he will personally hang us all one by one!
- Ha-ha-ha! (carried in a circle)
Edward. Where are you taking me? Now the king will send a regiment of soldiers after me.
- Already sent it! They are all in the same rags. This is us!
- Make way for the prince of the poor and hungry!
- Give me a piece of his camisole trimmed with diamonds.
- And I want a feather from his cap.
- And I want his stockings with gold clasps.
- Leave me! I'm not a beggar. I will give the title of nobility to the one who takes me to the palace! I'll make him rich!
- Leave this idiot here. Everyone is tired of him.
- Let's go to Smithfield this evening. They will burn witches there!
- The fire is probably already built!
- We need to take seats closer so that their screams can be heard more clearly!
- Yes, not so close that you wouldn’t burn yourself and drag the witches with you. (They leave, abandoning the prince.)
The prince lies on the ground, raises his head, and sits down.
People are passing by, these are young monks.
1st. The boy is bad, he needs help!
2nd. What happened to you. You're covered in bruises! Where is your home?
Edward.Good people, you are probably pupils of the Church of St. John, tell your boss that Edward, Prince of Wales, wishes to talk to him.
3rd. Prince of Wales! Are you, perhaps, a ragamuffin, an ambassador of His Grace?
(The Prince extends his hand to his thigh)
4th. Have you seen it? He really was sure that he, like a prince, had a sword!
All. Ha ha ha
Edward (proudly) Yes, I am a prince. And it is not fitting for you, who feed on the bounty of my father, to treat me this way.
All:
- Ha – ha – ha
1st - monk. Hey, you pigs, slaves, parasites of the royal father of His Grace, or have you forgotten decency? Hurry up on your knees, all of you, and hit your foreheads harder! Bow to his royalty and his royal rags!
Everyone falls to their knees. The prince kicks the first one:
Edward: Here's your deposit for now, and tomorrow I'll hang you on the gallows!
2nd. Oh, right! Hit him!
1st.Hold it!
2nd. Drag him into the pond!
The prince runs backstage and is being chased... The prince runs out and falls exhausted.
Edward (thinks) When I become king, they will not only receive food and shelter from me, but they will learn from books, since a full stomach is worth little when the heart and mind are hungry. Knowledge softens hearts, fosters mercy and pity.
I need to walk, crawl to the yard of the Garbage. This boy's family will take me to the palace. And they will say that I do not belong to their family, that I am a true prince.
John Canty and Tom's mother appear.
John. Oh, there you are! And we are looking for him. Maybe they hit him somewhere. And he’s resting here. Once again he walked around until such a late hour, and I suppose he didn’t bring home a single farthing! Well look! If you're broke, I'll break all your skinny ribs if I weren't John Canty!
Edward. Oh, are you his father? Glory to good heavens! Take me to my parents' house, and take him away from there.
John. His father? I don’t know what you want to say, but I know that I am your father... And soon you will experience it in your own skin...
Edward. Oh, don’t joke, don’t be cunning and don’t hesitate! I'm tired, I'm wounded, I can't stand it. Take me to my father, the king, and he will reward you with such riches as you have never dreamed of in your wildest dreams. Believe me, believe me, I'm not lying, I'm telling the honest truth! Give me your hand, save me! I am truly the Prince of Wales!
John. He's crazy, like he's straight out of a madhouse. Whether you’re sane or not, grandma and I would count all your ribs if I weren’t John Canty! Went!
Edward. I won't go to you. You are not my father!
John. Oh, what a bastard! Well, you'll get it from me now!
He begins to beat Eduard. The mother shields her son.
Mother. No need John. I am begging you!
John. And you get it. And take your crazy son home. He claims that he is not our son.
Mother. What's wrong with you son? You really don't recognize your mother and your father?
Edward. I don't know you, I'm the Prince of Wales. Take me to the palace!
Mother. Come, my unfortunate son, the beating must have completely distorted your mind. (peers at his son, absentmindedly) let's go, let's go home. (Aside) This is not Tom. My Tom had a mole behind his right ear! What should I do! We must be silent!
John. Are you going or not? Maybe you'll get some more punches. (Everybody leaves)

SCENE FIFTH
IN A PALACE
Royal Hall. King Henry U111 is reclining in a chair. He is sick, his legs are up, bandaged. Behind him stand servants and courtiers. The king makes a sign with his hand. The servant opens the door. Lord Hertford and Tom appear.
King. Well, my Lord Edward, my prince? Why did you get the idea to play such sad jokes on me, on me, your kind father-king, who loves and caresses you so much?
Tom falls to his knees.
Volume. Are you a king? Well, then I'm really done for!
King (stunned). Alas, I thought the rumors were untrue, but I'm afraid I was wrong. Come to your father, my child. Are you unwell? (Tom is lifted to his feet and brought to the king. The king presses the boy to himself) Don’t you recognize your father, my child? Don't break my old heart, say you know me! You know me, don't you?
Tom.Yes. You are my formidable lord, king, may God bless you!
King. That's right, that's right... that's good... Calm down, don't tremble. Nobody will hurt you here, everyone loves you here. You feel better now, the bad dream is going away, isn’t it? And you will recognize yourself again - you will, right? I was informed that you called yourself by someone else's name. But you won't pretend to be someone else again, will you?
Volume. I ask you, be merciful, believe me, my august lord: I am telling the pure truth. I am the lowest of your subjects, I was born a beggar, and only a sad, deceptive incident brought me here, although I did nothing wrong. It’s not time for me to die, I’m young. One word from you can save me. Oh, say this word, sir!
King.Die? Don't talk about it, dear prince, calm down. May peace come to your troubled soul... you will not die.
Tom falls to his knees with a cry of joy.
Tom. May God reward you for your kindness, my king, and may he prolong your years for the good of the country! (Rises up cheerfully to the nearest courtier) Did you hear? I will not die! The king himself said it!
Everyone lowers their heads. Tom, embarrassed, approaches the king.
Volume. (fearfully) Can I leave now?
King.Leave? Of course, if you wish. But why don't you stay here a little longer? Where do you want to go?
Volume. (embarrassed) Perhaps I was mistaken; but I considered myself free and wanted to return to the kennel where I was born and grew up in poverty, where my mother and my sisters still live; this kennel is my home, while all this pomp and luxury, to which I am not accustomed... Oh, be merciful, sir, let me leave!
The king thinks.
King (hopefully). Perhaps he became obsessed with this one thought, and his mind remains as clear as ever when he turns to other objects? Let's go, Lord, let it be like this! We will try it! As the Latin expression would say, well, let’s say: “I carry everything I own with me.”
Vol. "Omniameamekum porto", sir.
King. Well done!
All. Well done. He's almost healthy.
King. His mind was clouded, but not irreparably damaged. What do you think, sir?
Gretford. Your guess is correct, sir.
King. We will test further. Parlefrancais, monsieur?
Volume. With your permission, sir, this language is unknown to me.
(The king leans back. The servants rush to his aid)
King. Don't disturb me... this is a momentary weakness, nothing more. Lift me up That's enough. Come here, child, lay your poor darkened head on your father’s chest and calm down! You will get better soon; This is a passing fad, it will pass. Do not be afraid! Soon you will be well. (To everyone) Listen up, y'all! My son is crazy, but this insanity is temporary. It is caused by overwhelming activities and an overly secluded life. Down with all the books, down with the teachers! Entertain him with games, entertain him with such activities that serve to strengthen his strength, this will restore his health! (Rises up on the pillows) He is mad, but he is my son and heir to the English throne. Sane or crazy, he will reign! Listen further and spread the word everywhere: anyone who talks about his illness encroaches on the peace and tranquility of the British state and will be sent to the gallows!.. Give me a drink... I’m all on fire... grief is draining my strength... So. Take this cup away... Support me. So good. Is he crazy? Even if he is a thousand times crazy, he is still the Prince of Wales, and I, the King, will give public confirmation of this. Now he will be confirmed in the rank of prince-heir with the observance of all ancient ceremonies. I command you to get to work immediately, my Lord Hertford!
Hertford. (kneeling) Your royal majesty knows that the hereditary marshal of England is imprisoned in the Tower. Not befitting a prisoner...
King. Do not insult my ears with a hateful name. Will this man never die? Will he really be an eternal obstacle to my royal desires? And my son should not be confirmed in his inheritance rights only because the Marshal of England is stained with high treason and is not worthy to confirm him in the rank of heir? No, I swear to Almighty God! Warn my Parliament to pass the death sentence on Norfolk before the sun rises, or else Parliament will pay dearly!
Hertford. I do not have the seal to approve the decision of parliament, your majesty!
King. Take it from the prince, I gave it to him.
Hertford. The royal will is the law! - said Lord Hertford (gets up from his knees and moves back to his place)
King. Kiss me, my prince! Like this... Why are you trembling? After all, I am your father, I love you.
Volume. You are kind to me, unworthy, O most powerful and merciful sovereign, this is truly so. But... but... the thought of someone having to die depresses me, and...
King. Ah, it looks like you, it looks like you! I knew that your heart remained the same, although your mind was darkened; you always had a kind heart. But this duke stands between you and your high honors. I will appoint someone else in his place who will not tarnish his rank with treason. Calm down, my good prince, don’t bother your poor head with this matter in vain...
Tom.But won't I hasten his death, my lord? How much longer could he have lived if not for me?
King. Don't think about him, my prince! He doesn't deserve this. Kiss me again and return to your joys and pleasures! My illness has exhausted me, I am tired; I need peace. Talk to your Uncle Hertford and come to me again when my body is refreshed with rest! Take me to the bedroom (The King is taken away on a wheelchair)
Getford (pushing up a chair) Sit down, Your Highness!
Tom (sits down and immediately gets up. Everyone) And you sit down too! Sit down! What are you doing?
Hertford (in Tom's ear): I beg you, do not insist, my lord: it is not proper for them to sit in your presence.
Tom sits down.
Volume. I feel uncomfortable in front of them. Let them better leave.
Hertford. You must make a hand sign to them (Shows)
Tom waves shyly. The courtiers bow and leave.
The musician enters.
Hertford. Play something peaceful. I have to calm down.
The musician is playing. Getford put his head in his hands. Tom looks around the room.
A courtier enters and hands over the paper.
Courtier: Order of the king.
Hertford (takes the paper to the Prince.) My lord, release the musician, as I taught you.
Tom waves his hand confidently. The musician leaves. Hertford reads the paper.
Hertford. (reads aloud) “To Lord Hertford. Top secret. I command that, for important and compelling reasons of state, His Highness the Prince will conceal his illness as far as he can until the illness passes and the Prince becomes again what he was before. Namely: he must not deny to anyone that he is a true prince, the heir to the great English power, he is obliged to always respect his dignity as sovereign heir and accept without any objection the signs of obedience and respect due to him by law and ancient custom; I demand that he stop telling anyone about his supposedly low origins and low lot, for these stories are nothing more than the painful fabrications of his overworked imagination; that he diligently try to recall in his memory the faces familiar to him, and in those cases when he fails, let him remain calm, without showing surprise or other signs of forgetfulness; during ceremonial receptions, if he is in difficulty, not knowing what to say or do, let him hide his confusion from the curious, but consult with Lord Hertford. (puts down the paper). Thus commands His Majesty the King, who sends greetings to Your Royal Highness, praying to God that in his mercy he will send you a speedy healing and shower you with his grace.
Volume. The king commanded so. No one dares disobey the royal commands. The king's wish will be fulfilled.
Hertford. Since His Majesty has deigned to command you not to bother you with reading books and other serious matters of this kind, would your Highness please spend time in fun, so as not to get tired before the banquet and not damage your health.
Volume. What banquet?
Hertford. Your memory still fails you, and therefore my words seem surprising to you; but don't worry, it will pass as soon as you start to get better. I'm talking about a banquet from the city; two months ago the king promised that you, your highness, would be present. Do you remember now?
Tom: I am sad to admit that my memory has indeed failed me.
Hertford. Your Highness, exert your last strength and tell me where you placed the Great Royal Seal.
Tom. (wrinkles) I don’t remember.
Hertford. I don’t know how I can justify myself to His Majesty. But, however, we must carry out the main order. Hey, somebody (a servant comes in). Escort His Highness to the games room.
(The servant and Tom leave.)
Hertford (Thinking) While no one is here, I can make my own guesses about what really happened. The real Prince somehow disappeared. If the impostor from the very beginning had pursued the goal of taking the place of Prince Edward, then having achieved what he wanted, he would have impersonated his Highness, and not asked to let him go to some beggars. So: There is no need to look for the former prince. I will mold the new prince into what I need. Moreover, he is not stupid and has already begun to understand that there is no other choice for him. And when the king dies... And he, in all likelihood, does not have long to live, then we will see who will rule England. One thing confuses me in this story is why they are really so similar, as only twin brothers can be alike.

SCENE SIX
AT THE TOWN HALL
Thames. On the left is the Town Hall with a window at the top. You can hear music. People in the background, looking at the river. Everyone is waving their hands. They shout:
-Yes, long live the prince!
– Yes, long live the royal family!
- Yes, long live Lord Hertford, the king's uncle!
-Look! They are floating on a barge and waving to us.
“They are sailing here to the town hall, there will be a feast here.”
- Look, the prince is also waving to us.
– He’s the one waving at me!
– No to me!
- Ah well! Get it! (Fight)
Guard at the town hall.
- Stop it!
(Everyone calms down)
- Look, his sisters are next to the prince! How pretty!
-Where is the king?
- Why is there no king?
- Oh, so many gold jewelry!
- And the whole barge is upholstered in gold,
- And how many flowers!
John Canty is running in the foreground, holding the hand of Edward and Tom's mother.
John. Where are the grandmother and the two girls?
Mother. They're a little behind there!
John. Run after me. If they catch up with us, we are lost. You heard what our neighbor said: the priest Andrew, whom I hit with a club, is dying. I will be hanged, and you will be sent to prison.
Edward. Let me in, I'm not your son!
John. Look, you crazy fool, don't you dare say our name. I'll pick a new one to confuse those police dogs. I tell you, keep your mouth shut! (to Tom's mother) If we happen to lose each other, let each go to London Bridge and, when he reaches the last draper's shop, let him wait for the others there. Then we'll all head to Southwark.
Two people with torches approach.
John. Skip, we're in a hurry.
1st.Where are you in such a hurry, friend? Why do you pollute your soul with some empty deeds, when all good people and loyal subjects of His Majesty have a holiday?
John. Don't meddle in other people's business. Take your paw off and let me pass.
1st. No, brother, if that’s the case, we won’t let you in until you drink to the health of the Prince of Wales. I’m telling you this: we won’t miss it!
John. So give me the cup, quickly, quickly!
Everyone is in the crowd.
- Cup of love! Cup of love!
“Make this brute drink the cup of love, or we will throw him to the fish.”
They bring a huge cup of love.
The first one brings the cup, and John takes it with one hand, and with the other he lifts the lid and releases Edward, who disappears into the crowd.
John. Hey, where is he! Hold it. Look for him.
All
- Drink up to the prince’s health!
- Otherwise you won’t leave!
John drinks and staggers away into the crowd, followed by Tom's mother.
Edward runs onto the stage.
Edward. The impostor is already speaking to the people! True, on paper for now. He is being honored instead of me! The whole city welcomes the impostor! He seized power. I must appear at the town hall and expose the impostor! Then I will give him a few days to repent, and then for high treason, he will be pulled on the rack and quartered! (runs away)
A crowd of people spills out into the middle. Tom and Hertford appear in the window of the town hall.
All:
- Quiet!
- Prince! Prince!
- O our light!
– Our hope and our love!
Tom makes a speech looking at the paper. Getford periodically tells him something in his ear.
Tom. We drink the cup of love. In the name of love between me, the Prince of Wales and you, the people of England. I vow to dedicate my entire life to you, my subjects. (Puts down the paper, passionately) Let there be fewer poor and beggars, thieves and murderers! Let there be no children's tears. Let even the poorest receive shelter and food. The main thing is knowledge! The more you know, the more you will want to live like a human. Let everyone love each other and in the name of this love we drink this cup. He takes a sip and passes it to the other courtiers. (They leave the balcony.)
All. Hooray! Long live the prince!
The crowd parts and the dance begins. The dancers leave. Everyone applauds. The crowd parts and Edward appears. He runs to the town hall.
Edward. Let me into the town hall, I'm a real prince!
The guard pushes him away.
Edward: You will answer me for insulting the royal person. I'll hang you.
The crowd laughs.
-Ha-ha-ha.
-This is crazy! I've already seen him at the palace! Now he's here!
- Drive him away! He'll ruin our holiday!
- Dip him into the Thames!
Edward. (Fights back) You pack of ill-mannered dogs! They tell you, I am the Prince of Wales! And even though I am lonely and abandoned by friends and there is no one who would say a kind word to me or want to help me in trouble, still I will not give up my rights and will defend them!
(Miles Gendon emerges from the crowd.)
Gendon. Whether you are a prince or not is all the same: you are a brave fellow, and from now on don’t you dare say that you don’t have a single friend! So I will stand next to you and prove to you that you are wrong. And, I swear to you, Miles Gendon is not the worst person you could find for a friend. Give your tongue a rest, my child, and I will talk to these vile rats in their native dialect.
Vote:
-Here is another costumed prince!
- Be careful, buddy, of your tongue, otherwise you will get into trouble with it!
- Oh, what evil eyes he has!
- Pull the boy away from him, drag the puppy into the river! Let's drown him in honor of the holiday!
They want to capture the prince. Gendon stabs one, then another.
-Kill this dog! Beat him! Hit!
Gendon. Well my boy! There are hundreds of them! Say goodbye to life!
The sound of the horn. The guard's voice.
Guard. Make way! Make way for the royal messenger!
(The guard disperses the crowd. It moves into the background)
Gendon. Let's run, my prince, before we are killed. (Run away)
Tom, Getford and the courtiers emerge from the town hall. A messenger appears.
Messenger. The King is dead!
Everyone bowed their heads. And a general cry.
-LONG LIVE THE KING!.
Everyone falls to their knees in front of Tom.
Tom (to Hertford) Tell me the truth, in honor, in conscience! If I now gave an order that no one has the right to give except the king, would this order be carried out? No one would stand up and shout no?
Hertford. No one, sir, not a single person in the whole kingdom. In your person the ruler of England commands. You are the king, your will is the law.
Tom (firmly) So from now on let the king's will be the law of mercy, and not the law of blood. Get up off your knees and get to the Tower quickly! Declare the royal will: the Duke of Norfolk will live!
All:
– The reign of blood is over! Long live King Edward U1

SECOND ACT

SCENE SEVEN
AT THE HOTEL
Hendon and Edward walk along the proscenium behind a closed curtain. Gendon holds the boy's hand tightly.
Shouts: The king is dead! Long live the king!
Gendon: You're crying! Aren't you glad of this amazing news: the government has changed in England! A merciless man who terrified all his subjects has passed away.
Edward: This is my own father! He loved me! I am now an orphan. (Shouts from behind the scenes: “Long live King Edward the sixth”) (Edward aside) How strange - I am the king!
Gendon. So we came to the tavern where I was staying. Here on London Bridge.
(John appears - Tom's father)
John. Ah, he's finally arrived! Well, now you won’t run away, be calm! Just wait, I’ll grind your bones into such a powder that maybe it will teach you not to be late... He made us wait so long!.. (He wants to grab the boy)
Gendon. Take your time, buddy! In my opinion, you are arguing in vain. What do you care about this boy?
John. If you really want to pry into other people's affairs, then know that he is my son.
Edward. Lie!
Gendon. Well said, and I believe you, my boy, it doesn’t matter whether your head is healthy or cracked. Whether he is your father or not, I will not let this vile scoundrel beat you and torture you, since you prefer to stay with me.
Edward. Yes, yes... I don’t know him, he’s disgusting to me, I’d rather die than go with him.
Gendon. So it’s over, and there’s nothing more to talk about.
John. Well, we'll see about that later! (pushing Gendon) I’ll take him by force...
Gendon. (pulling out a sword) Just touch him, you two-legged carrion, and I will pierce you right through like a goose! Take it from your nose that I took this kid under protection when a whole horde of scoundrels like you was ready to attack him and almost finished him off; So do you really think that I will abandon him now that he faces an even worse fate? For, whether you are his father or not - and I am sure that you are lying - for such a boy a quick death is better than life with such a beast as you. Therefore, get out of here and be quick, because I am not one for empty talk and am not very patient by nature.
John. We'll meet Again! (Leaves)
Gendon. Don't be afraid, baby, he won't come here again, let's go to our room.
The curtain opens, a room in a tavern. Bed. Table. Wash basin.
Edward. (Throws himself onto the bed.) Please wake me up when the servants set the table! (falls asleep)
Gendon. I swear to God, this little beggar settled down in someone else’s apartment and on someone else’s bed with such casual grace, as if he were in his own home - if only he had said “let me,” or “do me a favor, allow me,” or something like that. this kind of thing. In the delirium of a sick imagination, he calls himself the Prince of Wales, and, truly, he played his role perfectly. Poor, little, lonely mouse! No doubt his mind was damaged by being treated so brutally. Well, I will be his friend - I saved him, and this strongly tied me to him; I have already fallen in love with the brash-tongued tomboy. How fearlessly he fought with the insolent mob - like a real soldier! (Looks at Edward) And what a pretty, pleasant and kind face he has now that in his sleep he has forgotten his worries and sorrows! I will teach him, I will cure him; I will be his elder brother, I will take care of him and protect him. And whoever decides to mock him or offend him, it’s better to immediately order a shroud for himself, because if necessary, I will go into the fire for the boy! ! What the hell, he'll catch a deathly cold! What should I do? If I pick him up and put him under the blanket, he will wake up, but he really needs rest.” (Takes off his camisole and covers the prince...) After all, I’m used to both cold and light clothing, I don’t care about cold and dampness. (Walks around the room) But it’s cold here! They spare wood! ... The idea that he was the Prince of Wales stuck in his damaged mind. It will be strange if the Prince of Wales remains here with me, while the real prince is no longer a prince, but a king... But his poor brain has gone crazy with this one invention and will not understand that now he needs to forget about the prince and call himself a king... (Sits on a chair, dozes)
There's a knock on the door. A servant enters with a steaming dish, puts it on the table and leaves. Edward wakes up. Joyful, he looks around and sighs.
- Alas, it was just a dream! Woe is me, woe! (Notices the camisole.) You are kind to me! Yes, you are very kind to me! Take your camisole and put it on, I won’t need it anymore.
He approaches the washbasin and stops.
Gendon: What a wonderful dinner we are having! We're going to have a great meal now, because the food is hot and delicious. Don't worry: sleep and food will make you human again! (The boy looks at Hendon with annoyance.) What are you missing?
Edward. Good sir, I would like to wash my face...
Gendon. Just something? You can do whatever you want here without asking Miles Hendon's permission. Make yourself at home, don't be shy, please.
Edward stomps his foot.
Gendon. What's wrong with you? Tell me please?
Edward. Please pour me some water and don't say so many unnecessary words!
Gendon. This is amazing! (Pours water)
Edward. Towel!
Gendon hands him a towel, Edward wipes himself off, sits down at the table and begins to eat.
Gendon (Washes his face and also wants to sit down at the table.)
Edward. Stop! Do you want to sit in the presence of the king?
Gendon. (Aside) Poor thing! His insanity is growing with every step! He already imagines himself as a king. Well, well, we have to put up with this too, there is no other way, otherwise he’ll order me to be imprisoned in the Tower.” (Serves Edward).
Edward. I think you called yourself MilesGendon, did I hear that right?
Gendon. Yes, sir. (to the side) If we are to fake the madness of this poor boy, then we must call him both sovereign and your majesty; there is no need to do anything halfway; I must enter into my role to the point of subtlety, otherwise I will play it poorly and spoil this whole good deed, the deed of love and mercy.
(The king drinks a glass of wine)
Edward. I would like to get to know you better. Tell me your story. You are brave and you look noble, are you a nobleman?
Gendon. Our family is not particularly noble, Your Majesty. My father is a petty baron of the nobility, Sir Richard Hendon, of Hendon Castle, near Monksholm, in Kent.
Edward. I don't remember that last name. But go ahead, tell me your story.
Gendon. I'll have to tell you a little, Your Majesty, but maybe it will amuse you, for lack of anything better. My father, Sir Richard, is a generous man and very rich. I am extravagant, in truth - even very extravagant, although my extravagances were of an innocent nature, for they did not harm anyone - only me. I have not disgraced anyone, I have not ruined anyone, I have not stained myself with crime or meanness, and in general I have not done anything unbecoming of my noble name.
Edward. I believe you.
Gendon. In order to take possession of the entire inheritance, my younger brother slandered me before my father, and my father, for my allegedly wayward act, decided to send me into exile for three years.
Edward. Your brother is a scoundrel! What's next?
Hendon: “These three years, away from England and your parental home,” said the father, “maybe they will make you a man and a warrior and at least partially teach you worldly wisdom.” During these years I participated in continental wars, experienced severe poverty, heavy blows of fate, experienced many adventures, and in the last battle I was captured and languished in a foreign prison for seven whole years. Thanks to agility and courage, I finally broke free and rushed straight here. I just arrived. I have neither decent clothes nor money... Now, sir, with your permission, you know my pitiful story!
Edward: You are a victim of a shameless lie. But I will restore your rights, I swear by the Holy Cross! The king is telling you this!
Gendon. (to the side) What a rich imagination he has, however! Poor crazy boy, as long as I live he will have both a friend and a refuge. I will not let him leave me even one step; he will become my darling, my young companion. And we will cure him, we will restore his reason, he will certainly become famous.
Edward: You saved me from shame and resentment, and perhaps saved my life and, therefore, my crown. Such a service requires a generous reward. Tell me what you desire, and, so far as it is in my royal power, your desire will be granted.
Gendon. Thank you for your mercy, I’ll think about it now!
Edward. Of course, think about it! It’s better not to rush in such matters!
Gendon. (to the side) Yes, this is exactly the mercy we need to ask for. Otherwise it is impossible to achieve it. Yes, I will offer him this; It’s good that I didn’t refuse such a favorable opportunity.” (goes down on one knee). My modest service does not go beyond the simple duty of every loyal subject, and therefore there is nothing remarkable in it, but since Your Majesty wishes to consider it worthy of a reward, I take the liberty of asking for the following. Considering the precedent of the descendants of the Comte de Courcy, who, for his great services to France, was allowed to wear his headdress in the presence of His Majesty the King, I ask of you, Your Majesty, only one favor and privilege, which will be a more than sufficient reward for me, namely : that I and my descendants may for all times be permitted to sit in the presence of the King of England.
Edward. Rise, Sir Miles Gendon, I knight you, (The Prince hits Michael on the shoulder with his own sword) rise and sit down. Your request is respected. As long as England exists, as long as royal power exists, this honorable right will remain yours.
Gendon sits down and begins to eat. Edward walks around thoughtfully.
Edward. (points to his clothes) Take away these rags! I want to sleep.
Gendon undresses Edward, surprised that there is beautiful linen under the rags. He puts Edward to bed.
Gendon. (to the side) Where will I lie down?
Edward (falling asleep) You will lie down at the door and guard it.
Gendon. Poor thing! He really should have been born a king! He plays his role to perfection. (Lies down on the floor) I’m no stranger to it, and to complain about my current situation would mean angering the Almighty.
Falls asleep. (music) (The light almost goes out and soon becomes brighter again. Dawn comes.
Gendon. (Wakes up. Stretches. Washes.) While he is sleeping, you need to measure his height (measures with a string) And run off to buy a more decent dress. (Leaves)
Edward (in a dream). Uncle Getford! Order to harness the horses! We're going for a ride with Lady Elizabeth!
Servant Enters
Servant. Get up, sir, get up!
Edward. It's time to go for a ride! Where I am! How hard it is to wake up! Oh! I'm not in the palace! Where's Gendon?
Servant. A man came from him and asks you to come to him on the bridge. He is waiting to take you to your friend. Something happened to him.
Edward. I'll get dressed now. Isn't this a hoax? Although MilesGendon is not one of those who would waste the king.
Servant. This is what they told me. He asked you to come as soon as possible.
Edward throws rags over himself.
Edward. OK. I will go, although it is supposed that everyone should go to the king, and not the king should go to someone. (Leaves).
Gendon enters
Your Majesty! I bought you a suit. This is not a royal robe, but...Where is he? Where is my boy! Stolen! Taken away! Ah-ah-ah! This must be that vile robber who called him his son... I lost you, my poor little crazy lord! What a sad thought! I loved you so much! No! I swear to all that is holy, I haven’t lost you! I haven’t lost it, because I will search all of England and still find you. Poor child! His breakfast was left there... and mine... well, I don’t have time to eat now. Let the rats get it! Hurry up, hurry up, you can’t hesitate! (leaves).

SCENE EIGHT
IN A PALACE
Royal bedroom and hall. Half dark.
Tom is sleeping on the bed. He suddenly wakes up. Sits down.
Volume. Hey Nan! Beth! Throw away the straw and run to me! I will now tell you the wildest, craziest dream that night spirits can inspire. Hey Nan, where are you Beth?
The Lord Protector enters.
The servant opens the curtains, at a sign from the lord, and leaves
Hertford. Arise, my king! You need to continue your studies! Today you have a meeting with foreign ambassadors. We need to study languages ​​and etiquette rules.
Volume. (downcast) Tell me, who am I?
Lord. Yesterday you were Prince of Wales. And today, you, most august ruler, the king of England.
Tom. Alas, it was not a dream! Go rest, good Sir Hertford... Leave me alone with my grief.
Hertford. They will dress you now.
Noble courtiers become a line and pass each other pieces of clothing, taking turns kneeling and passing a shirt, camisole, etc. to each other.
1st courtier. The clasp on the stocking is broken.
2nd. In the Tower of the chief keeper of the royal stockings! Let's get a new stocking! (They bring it, put it on. They bring a basin, a towel)
Tom washes himself, sends all the courtiers out the door with a sign of his hand, Hertford approaches him with papers.
Hertford. Here, sign the act of expenses of the late king.
Volume. (Looking at the paper) £28 thousand in six months! And of these, another 20 thousand have not been paid! Pay immediately! I can't have that kind of debt hanging over me.
Hertford. The royal treasury is almost empty! And a thousand servants have not received their salaries for six months now.
Tom: It’s clear that this way we’ll go to hell. We should rent a smaller house and dismiss most of our servants, who are good for nothing anyway, just dangle under our feet and cover our souls with shame, providing us with such services that are needed only by someone who has neither reason nor hands, so that she can manage your affairs.
Hertford. (squeezes Tom's hand) Please leave these speeches. We agreed with you. All talk to the point, no ad-libbing. Here's another paper.
Volume. (reading) The late king bequeaths to grant the Earl of Hertford a ducal title, to raise his brother, Sir Thomas Seymour, to the rank of peer, and to make Hertford's son an earl and, if the permission of the now reigning monarch, to assign to Seymour "lands worth five hundred pounds sterling", and to the son of Hertford "for eight hundred pounds sterling", adding to this the first plot of land "for three hundred pounds sterling", "which will become available after the death of some bishop." What about the king's long life? (Uncle looks sternly)
Hertford. This is the will of the late king, your father.
Tom. Of course, of course, I will sign the decree. Listen, there are so many papers! How did I anger the Lord God, that he took away the sunshine, fresh air, fields and meadows from me and locked me in this prison, made me a king and caused me so much grief?
Hertford. OK OK. Now I will give you a rest. Play!
Volume. Play? What!
Hertford. Hey there! Call some court boy! (leaves)
A boy runs in and throws himself on his knees
Volume. Stand up, boy. Who are you? You were sent to play with me! Let's run around the throne.
Marlo. I'll run, but listen to me first. You remember me, of course, my lord? I'm your page, spanking boy.
Tom. Spanking boy?
Marlo. That's right, Your Majesty. I'm Humphrey... Humphrey Marlowe.
Volume. Now, it seems to me, I remember you a little... but my mind is clouded by illness...
Marlo. Alas, my poor lord!
Tom. It’s strange how my memory has been betraying me in recent days,” said Tom. - But don’t pay attention... I’ll get better quickly; Often one small hint is enough for me to remember names and events that have slipped from my memory. Tell me what you need!
Marlo. It’s a minor matter, sir, but still I dare to remind you of it, with your honor’s permission. Two days ago, when Your Majesty deigned to make three mistakes in the Greek translation during the morning lesson... do you remember that?..
Tom. Y-y-yes, I think I remember... (aside) If I, and not he, began to do such tasks, I probably would have made not three mistakes, but forty. Yes, now I remember...keep going!
Marlowe. The teacher, angry with you for such, as he put it, sloppy and weak-minded work, threatened to give me a painful whipping for it... and...
Volume. Whip you? Why on earth would he flog you for my mistakes?
Marlo. Ah, your grace is forgetting again! He always whips me with rods when you prepare a lesson poorly.
Volume. True, true... I forgot. You help me prepare my homework, and when I make mistakes later, he thinks that you didn’t prepare me well... and...
Marlowe. Oh, what are you saying, my lord? I, the least of your servants, would dare to teach you?!
Volume. So what is your fault? What is this strange riddle? Or am I really crazy, or are you crazy? Speak up... explain quickly.
Marlo. But, Your Majesty, nothing could be simpler. No one dares assault the sacred person of the Prince of Wales; therefore, when the prince does something wrong, they beat me instead. This is correct, this is how it should be, because this is my service and I feed myself on it.
Tom (aside) I'm surprised they didn't hire a boy to do my hair and dress instead of me. God grant that they hire you!.. And what, my poor friend, were you whipped, fulfilling the teacher’s threat?
Marlowe: No, Your Majesty, the trouble is that the punishment was appointed for today, but perhaps it will be canceled altogether due to mourning, although I don’t know for sure; That’s why I dared to come here and remind Your Majesty of your gracious promise to intercede for me...
Volume. In front of the teacher? To avoid being whipped?
Marlo. Oh, do you remember this?
Volume. You see, my memory is improving. Calm down, the rod won’t touch your back... I’ll take care of it.
Marlo. Oh, thank you, my good king! I really don’t want to expose my back today.
Volume. You have everything. Now let's run.
Marlo. Maybe this is too much courage on my part, but still...
Volume. Say Say! Don't be afraid!
Marlo. In that case, I will say everything that is in my heart. Since you are no longer the Prince of Wales, but the King, you can order whatever you please, and no one will dare to answer you “no”; and, of course, you will not tolerate being bothered with lessons in the future, you will throw the hateful books into the fire and do something less boring. Then I died, and with me my orphaned sisters.
Volume. Dead? Why?
Marlowe. My back is my bread, oh my merciful lord! If she doesn't get hit, I'll starve. And if you give up teaching, my position will be abolished, because you will no longer need a whipping boy. Have mercy, don't drive me away!
Volume. Don't be upset, honey! I will secure your position for you and all your descendants.
(Lightly hits the shoulder with the sword)
Tom. Arise, Humphrey Marlowe! From now on, your position becomes hereditary forever and ever. From now on, both you and your descendants will be great pages for flogging in front of all the princes of the English state. Don't torment yourself with grief. I will set to work on my books again and will study so poorly that your salary, in all fairness, will have to be tripled, so much will your work increase.
Marlo. Thank you, noble lord! This regal generosity exceeds my wildest dreams. Now I will be happy until my death, and all my descendants, all future Marlos, will be happy.
Volume. Now you will tell me about what is going on in the palace, about all the people you know, down to the smallest detail! About everything that happened in the classroom with me this year. After all, I must eventually restore my memory and rule England like a real king.
Marlo. Well, listen, my lord. Three days ago, your Latin teacher asked you to learn popular expressions.
Volume. I know, “Omniameamekum porto” - I carry everything I have with me.
Marlo. Yes, your memory has been restored. You just got a D for it. (Lord Hertfort enters)
Gertfort. My King, I am waiting for you to talk about England's domestic and foreign policy before meeting the ambassadors.
Volume. You can see that I'm busy! Check back later.
Hertford. Perhaps you remember, Your Majesty, where you put the Great Royal Seal?
Volume. I'm not ready to answer your question right now. My memory hasn't fully returned yet. (To the boy) Let's run! Catch up! (They run after each other)
Hertford. The king shows character. I don't like this too much! But maybe this is for the better. In the capital, rumors that the king is not entirely in his right mind will disappear. But where is the royal seal? Without it, it is impossible to approve granting me the next title of Duke.

SCENE NINE
IN THE GANG
Forest Glade. Bonfire. The Prince and John enter.
Prince. Where have you taken me? Where is MilesGendon? You said he was lying wounded in the forest.
John takes off his beard.
John. Didn't you recognize your own father? I now live here in the forest. Hey friends, come out!
A gang of robbers (5 people) comes out, surrounds Eduard, sits down, they are of the most unsightly appearance.
1st. Now you are with us, baby!
John. Meet my son Jack.
Edward.You are not my father. I do not know you. I am a king. If it was you who kidnapped my servant, then find him and return him to me, or you will bitterly repent!
John: I see that you are crazy, and I do not want to punish you; but if you force me, I will punish you... I killed a man and I cannot stay at home, and I will not leave you, because I need your help. I changed my name - my name is John Hobbes, and yours is Jack; remember this firmly! Now answer: where is your mother, where are your sisters? They did not show up at the appointed place; do you know where they are?
Edward. Don't pester me with your riddles! My mother died; my sisters are in the palace.
2nd. What, is he talking nonsense? What about hitting him with a club?
John. Hush, Hugo, don't tease him; he's out of his mind and you're annoying him. Sit down, Jack, and calm down; now I'll give you something to eat.
Everyone sits down. They eat, drink, Eduard stands aside
1st. (raises a jug of vodka) So that our life with the new king will be a little easier!
2nd. There are rumors that his son, the new king, is out of his mind.
3rd. Make sure no one hears you!
John (to Edward) Drink!
Edward. I won’t deal with tramps and thieves!
John. Don't show off too much here! If not me, then someone else will definitely beat you up!
Edward. Just let him try
John. Enough. I'm tired of you.
1st. Friends, let's sing ours! Come on, Bat, and you're lame!
Sing a song
Brothel, goodbye, don't forget,
We are going on a long journey.
Farewell earth, a loop awaits us
And a long, deep sleep.
We have to hang in the night
Swinging above the ground
And our junk is the executioner
They will divide it among themselves.
John. London is better than the countryside. If it weren't for this murder, I would have stayed in London. I had already completely decided to stay in the city forever, but this accident confused everything. Where is Wayne? The last time I wandered with you, he was among us.
2nd. Poor fellow, he is now in hell. He was killed in a fight back in the summer.
John. I'm sad to hear this. Wayne was a capable and courageous man.
3rd. Correct! Black Bass, his friend, is still with us, but now she is gone - she has gone east to wander. A beautiful girl, good rules and exemplary behavior: no one saw her drunk more than five times a week.
4th. She always behaved strictly, I remember; a good girl, worthy of all praise. Her mother was much more dissolute, an obnoxious old woman and feisty, but smart as hell.
2nd. It was her mind that ruined her. She was such an excellent fortune teller and so skillfully predicted the future that she was known as a witch. She was fried, as the law dictates, over low heat. I was even touched when I saw with what courage she met her bitter fate; Until the last minute she scolded and cursed the crowd, who were staring at her, and tongues of fire were already licking her face, and her gray hair was already crackling around her old head.
John. And none of our friends got caught anymore?
4th. Some people got caught. Most often there are newcomers, small farmers who are left homeless and without a piece of bread when their land is taken away for sheep pastures. Stand up, Yokel, Burns, show your jewelry!
2nd. I am Yokel. I was once a farmer and lived in contentment; I had a loving wife and children. Now I have nothing, and I’m doing the wrong thing... My wife and children died; maybe they are in heaven, or maybe in hell, but, thank God, not in England! My kind, honest old mother looked after the sick to earn bread; one patient died, the doctors didn’t know why, and my mother was burned at the stake like a witch, and my children watched her being burned and cried. English law! Raise your cups! All at once! Have fun! Let's drink to the merciful English law that freed my mother from English hell! The Scourges soon drank my Mary's blood. She lies in the ground, not knowing resentment and grief. And the kids... well, it’s clear that while I, according to the law, was being whipped from town to town, they died of hunger. Let's drink, brothers - just one sip, one sip for the poor little ones who have never done harm to anyone! Finally, I was sold into slavery - there is a brand on my cheek under this dirt; if you wash off this dirt, you will see a red R, scorched by a hot iron! Slave! Do you understand this word? English slave! Here he is standing in front of you. I have fled from my master, and if I am caught, damn the country that made such laws! - I will be hanged.
Edward: You will not be hanged! As of today, this law is repealed!
1st. Who is this? What is this? Who are you, baby?
Edward. I am Edward, King of England.
Wild, long laughter
Edward.You are ill-mannered tramps! So here is your gratitude for the royal favor that I promised you!
Laughter again
John. Friends, this is my son, a dreamer, a fool, a madman; don't pay any attention to him: he imagines that he is a king.
Edward. (To John) Of course, I am a king, and in due time you will be convinced of this to your sorrow. You confessed that you killed a man, and you will be hanged for it.
John. Are you planning to give me away? You? Yes, I did it with my own hands... (Attacks Eduard)
1st. Quiet, quiet! (To John) You don’t seem to respect either kings or chieftains? If you allow yourself to lose yourself in my presence again, I will strangle you myself. (To Eduard) And you, kid, don’t threaten your comrades and don’t spread bad fame about them anywhere. Be your own king, if such a hunt has foolishly come to you, but don’t let anyone be offended by it. And do not call yourself the king of England, because this is treason: we may be bad people in some ways; we are doing wrong, but among us there is not a single scoundrel capable of betraying his king; we all love him and are devoted to him. Now you will see if I am telling the truth. Hey, all at once: long live Edward, King of England!
That's it. LONG LIVE EDWARD, KING OF ENGLAND!
Edward. Thank you, my good people.
(Laughter)
1st. Give it up, boy, it’s stupid and not good... If you really want to dream, choose some other title for yourself.
2nd. Fu-fu First, king of fools!
All
-Long live Fu-fu the First, the king of fools!
- Drag him here, we will crown him!
- Give him a robe!
- A scepter for him!
- To his throne!
They put him on a barrel. They put the pan on the head, wrap it in a matting mantle and give it a ladle. They are swaggering over Edward.
- Have mercy on us, oh sweetest king!
- Do not trample underfoot your worthless worms, O noble monarch!
- Take pity on your slaves and make them happy with a royal kick!
- Caress and warm us with the rays of your mercy, O sun of autocracy!
- Sanctify the earth with the touch of your foot, so that we can eat this dirt and become noble!
- Deign to spit on us, O sir, and the children of our children will be proud of the memory of your royal mercy!
1st: Everyone go to sleep! Tomorrow is everyone's working day! (Everyone leaves)
Edward: And these are my subjects! These are my people! And as you know, kings don’t choose people!

SCENE NINE
CORONATION.
Behind the curtain. John and Edward.
John. Now I will beg, and you will roll on the ground and pretend to be sick, you understand, Jack!
Edward. I'm not Jack, but the King of England.
John. Okay, I warned you.
He grabs a club, Edward also grabs a club, they fight, Edward is clearly more skillful, he knocks the club out of John’s hands and kicks him
John. (falls) Who taught you to fight like that?
Edward. The best masters of fencing and martial arts!
(Gendon appears)
Gendon. So I found you, baby! I see you're doing well on your own? Let's go to London soon! There's a coronation today! Maybe we will be able to see this spectacle, and you will be convinced that the king is not you, but another, and your mind will return to you. (Leave)
John. (following) I will still reckon with both of you! (He staggers away)
The curtain opens.
Crowd of people. She steps aside. Tom and Hertford pass.
Everyone falls to their knees:
-Long live the king! Glory to the King!
-Alms! Give alms!
Tom throws coins! Everyone sings:
Long live the king! - your hearts sing to you.
Long live the king! - We will all sing to you.
Long live the king! May it reign endlessly!
God bless you in your greatness!
Volume. (Aside) Is this really all for me and for my glory? I saw my comrades from the Court of Garbage in the crowd. If only they knew where their friend Tom Canty had gone!
Hertford. The most important moment in your life is coming, my lord, now the Bishop of Canterbury will place the crown on your head, and you will become the crowned ruler of England. Now you are already doing almost without my prompting. Teachers in French, Latin and Ancient Greek are already praising you. And you are excellent in fencing and wrestling. I hope that in the future you will listen only to me.
Volume. Of course, my lord.
(A woman crawls up and grabs Tom’s leg. This is Tom’s mother)
Mother. My child! My beloved child!
Tom (confused) Woman! You made a mistake. I do not know you.
(The guards push the woman away)
Mother. Son. Volume!
Getford. Get her out of here!
Volume. Wait!
Getford. Your Majesty! (whispers) Come to your senses! (To the guards) Take her away! To jail! (The guards drag the mother away.)
Volume. I order…
Getford. Do you want people to really recognize you... no, I can’t help but say it. For the sake of some pathetic beggar. Get her out of your head and listen to me, Your Majesty, it wasn’t your mother…. Your mother the queen gave birth to two twins. You were born an hour later and the king, your father, in order to avoid a fight for the throne between two brothers, ordered you to be killed immediately after birth. But at the secret request of my sister, your mother, one of the nurses, risking their lives, took you to a poor quarter, while wrapping you in rags so that no one would guess about your origin. You were apparently given to this woman who had a stillborn baby. And she hid it from her husband and everyone else... I recently realized this myself. Two people who are not twins cannot be so similar. After all, even your own father, Heinrich U111, did not notice the substitution.
Volume. I don’t want to listen to you, these fantasies of yours. I do not believe you. This was my mother, the real and only one. I have committed a grave sin. I don't know how to redeem him! I can’t forget my mother and I can’t leave England to the mercy of fate!
Getford. All. The coronation begins. Approach the bishop.
Tom comes up and stands. The Bishop raises the crown over Tom's head. Edward appears.
Edward: I forbid you to place the crown on this criminal head. I am the king of England.
Hertford. Seize him! To the Tower!
The guards rush to Eduard and grab him.
Volume. Leave him alone. He is a real king.
Hertford. Don't listen to the king. He has a temporary clouding. Remove this beggar!!!
Volume. (to the guards) On pain of death, I forbid you to move from your place. Come to me, Your Majesty.
Edward comes up. They get close.
All. How similar they are! Like twins!
Volume. O sir! Let poor Tom Canty be the first to swear allegiance to you and say: you are the true King of England!
Getford (to Edward) With your permission, sir, I would like to ask you a few questions...
Edward. I will answer them, my lord!
Hertford. Where is the big state seal?
Edward. In the safe. And the key is under the carpet.
Hertford. Hey, quickly there! Check! Yes! You gave us a task. I really don’t know what to do. (Aside.) There is still hope that he forgot where he put the seal!
The servant runs in. There's nothing in the safe!
Hertford. Arrest the impostor! Take him to the Tower!
Volume. Stop! Your Majesty, remember how it all was. You and I exchanged clothes.
Edward: Yes, we exchanged.
Volume. You turned your attention to my bruise on my arm and wanted to run to the fence, apparently to punish the guard.
Edward. Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to do.
Volume. But first you grabbed something from the table.
Edward. I grabbed the seal from the table and placed it temporarily... in the knight's glove that was hanging on the wall!
Volume. Bring the stamp immediately.
Hertford. Noya kept asking about the seal, because your decree... granting me the title of duke was signed, but there is no seal on it!... And now, it turns out that you knew...
Volume. But you never described it to me. And with the seal that lay in my mitten I (in Hertford’s ear) cracked nuts.
Hertford. Quiet! After all, if the seal is not found... you will remain king and your order to grant me the title of duke will remain in force...
(A servant runs in with a seal)
All.
-This is the big royal Seal!
- This is a real king.
- King! A real king!
Volume. Here's your robe! (Gives away the royal robe. They change clothes)
Getford. (points to Tom) Throw the boy into the Tower.
Edward. Stop! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be king now.
The Bishop puts the crown on Edward's head!
All.
Long live King Edward U1
(Gendon runs in)
Gendon. The boy broke away from me and disappeared into the crowd. Oh my God! Which one is mine? Now let's check it out! (sits down)
Everyone is outraged.
-It is a crime.
-Sit in the presence of His Majesty!
Getford. Arrest the insolent!
Edward. It is his right to sit in the presence of the king! It is assigned by me to him and to his descendants. In addition, I order the return of all his estates to my savior Miles Hendon. And award a new one of 6,000 acres.
Hertford. What about me? I was given the title of Duke. This impostor...
Edward. To you I confirm the title of Duke and other privileges set out in my father's will. And now I invite everyone to a feast! (Everyone leaves except Tom)
Volume. And I? Can I run to my mother and sisters?
Edward. Can. You will live in a good house, live comfortably, study at the best school in London. We will take care of your mother and sisters. And your father, if caught, will be hanged.
Volume. Thank you, Your Majesty. But father...
Edward. Yes, I understand, whatever beast he is - this is your father. This filial feeling is familiar to me. Okay, he'll get 15 years in prison for manslaughter.
Volume. Falls to his knees. Thank you Your Majesty.
Edward. (Raising Tom) And I’ll tell you thank you for so skillfully ruling the state in my absence. But I didn’t waste my time either. I studied from my own experience the life of the poorest segments of the population and understood the main thing: laws become outdated over the years and they need to be changed. Towards mercy. Our parliament does not work, it is waiting for the king’s order, but it could take the initiative itself. People cannot be controlled by fear alone, and the king must be merciful to them. (Puts his hand on Tom's shoulder. Both stand next to each other) An old hymn of England.

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Goals and objectives:(Slide 2)

Continue your acquaintance with the life and work of M. Twain;

Continue to develop students’ interest in works of moral themes, develop students’ ability to reflect on the moral qualities of the heroes of the work;

Analyze the main ideas of the work, the actions of the characters and the events of the novel;

Teach students to observe the psychology of a person endowed with power, to talk about mercy as one of the best qualities of a person, to develop this quality in themselves;

Continue work on developing students’ speech, form an idea of ​​stage action and its features.

Equipment:

• portrait of Mark Twain;
• bibliography,
• computer presentation “Mark Twain fantasizes...”

During the classes

1) Organizational moment.

The teacher announces the topic and purpose of the lesson, creates a problem situation

2) Additional material for the lesson.

Individual task. (Slides: 16, 17, 18, 19)

3) Working with the text of the work

Teacher: Let's go to the beginning of the piece .

Chapter I “The Birth of a Prince and the Birth of a Pauper.” (Slide 3, 4)

Students read the chapter selectively, and then begin analysis on the questions:

Let's see what conditions the Kenti family lives in? (The Kenty family's house was in a stinking cul-de-sac, and they lived in a squalid closet on the third floor. The children (Tom and his two sisters) slept on the floor. The father and grandmother often got drunk and got into fights, beating the children. They taught the children to beg, but to do they could not become thieves. Being in this terrible world, Tom did not feel unhappy, despite the constant need, cold and hunger.

Yes, he was not unhappy, because a dream lives in the soul of the poor boy. Which? (Slide 5)

(Day and night Tom was haunted by one desire: to see a real prince. He often began to pretend to be a prince, dreaming of being in the place of a rich heir.)

Then one day Tom comes face to face with the Prince. Let's remember how this happened.

Student:(reads from Chapter 3 the most striking episodes of this meeting, starting with the words: “Poor little Tom in pitiful rags approached the fence...

Conversation on questions about the content of the work:

Why did the Prince want to become Tom Canty for a while?

(The prince wanted to become Tom for a while in order to have plenty of frolic, play with the guys the way he wanted, since the prince had neither friends nor pranks in his life. He always had to remain a prince, who was not allowed to do what was allowed a simple tomboy...) (Slides 6, 7)

What troubles awaited the Prince?

(The Prince had a hard time: dogs were set loose on him, he was chased by ragamuffins, they mocked him and his words that he was from the royal family. And then he also met with John Canty, who dragged the Prince home, mistaking him for Tom’s son .)

How did other family members accept our hero?

(Grandma and father laughed at his words that he belonged to the royal family; they talked about his madness. Only Tom’s mother treats him with love and self-sacrifice, she tries to protect him from John’s heavy hand.)

How did Tom feel in the new place?

(At first he was amused by this: he looked at the rooms in the palace with interest, admired his reflection in the mirror, but after half an hour he was overcome by fear: how to behave like a king, so that no one would suspect the fake Prince. The King decided that not everything was all right with the Prince : the son did not recognize him at first. “The further Tom walked between the two rows of gilded courtiers bowing low to him, the more he lost heart, realizing that he was a prisoner here and, perhaps, would not escape from this gilded cage at all - the unfortunate prince, not having not a single friend, unless the Lord God, in His mercy, takes pity on him and restores his will.”

Thus, as soon as he became a prince, Tom dreams of returning to his former free life. (Slides 8, 9)

Tell us about how Tom helped people avoid death.

(Tom saved the lives of three people: he took pity on those people who were facing the death penalty. He really worried about their fates. People were delighted with Tom’s act; they did not expect such mercy from the prince.)

But despite this, the authorities changed Tom for a while. Prove this using text.

(Excerpts from Chapter XXX “Tom’s Successes” are read, which talks about Tom’s arrogance, how he enjoys power, forgetting about his family, about the true prince).

What events happen during the coronation?

(There is a meeting between Tom and the Prince, during which Tom proves to everyone that the Prince is real. This scene is interesting to read, since it is not entirely easy for the heroes to prove in the palace that the Prince is real. In the end they succeed.)

What does the conclusion say about Tom? Read it.

(“Tom Canty lived to a ripe old age; he was a handsome, gray-haired old man of stately and gentle appearance. Everyone sincerely respected him and showed honor to his strange ... clothes. When he appeared, everyone parted, made way for him and whispered to each other:

Take off your hat, this is a royal pupil!)

What is the fate of the king?

(Edward VI did not live long, but with dignity, he did not cause anyone excessive embarrassment and torment. He was fair, since he himself had once experienced hardships and knew firsthand about the life of the common people.)

• A simple boy from a poor neighborhood realized that one cannot be heartless, evil, or greedy.
• You must love your country, your people, take care of all the people in the state.
• We must make fair laws
• We must take care of children and the elderly, so that every person has a roof over their head, so that people do not go to bed hungry.
• It is necessary to ensure that people believe in their future and live freely and happily.

Mercy is the main quality of the king, since he himself knew what humiliation and insult from the powerful meant. By doing good to people, the person himself is no less happy than the one for whom this good is done.

Therefore, “in mercy there is double grace.”

It was to mercy, a wonderful human quality, that M. Twain dedicated his novel “The Prince and the Pauper.”

3) Staging of fragments of the work.(Slides 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16)

4) Individual task: “Mark Twain is a humorist.”(Slides 18, 19)

5) Student survey.

6) Homework:

Prepare:

1. An oral history of the creation of the novel “The Prince and the Pauper”;

2. Answer to the question “What impression did the novel “The Prince and the Pauper” make on me?

The performance is the winner of the Moscow Theater Award “Highlight of the Season”, a participant in the TOP-20 rating of the OSD.ru website.

Moscow Theater Award "Highlight of the Season"

Gray and foggy London is unpredictable, and anything can happen there. A beggar boy who accidentally ends up in the royal palace may end up on the throne. Of course, if he is very similar to the crown prince. It would seem a simple fun - to change places with the prince - in fact turns into unpredictable consequences.

The performance, based on the most famous historical novel by Mark Twain, opened a new page in the work of Teresa Durova and her team - an appeal to the traditions of national musical cultures. The Prince and the Pauper features medieval English and German music performed by an orchestra on ancient instruments (harp-doppia, bowed psalter, hurdy-gurdy, crumhorn, rauschpfeife, bouzouki, bodhran, landsknecht drum, etc.), some of which are museum exhibits .