Gustav Klimt Painting

Gustav Klimt Painting
Out to this time of night again, and hast not brought a farthing home, I warrant me! If it be so, an I do not break all the bones in thy lean body, then am I not John Canty, but some other."
The prince twisted himself loose, unconsciously brushed his profaned shoulder, and eagerly said:
"Oh, art his father, truly? Sweet heaven grant it be so-then wilt thou fetch him away and restore me!"
Gustav Klimt Painting
"His father? I know not what thou mean'st; I but know I am thy father, as thou shalt soon have cause to-"
"Oh, jest not, palter not, delay not!-I am worn, I am wounded, I can bear no more. Take me to the king my father, and he will make thee rich beyond thy wildest dreams. Believe me, man, believe me! I speak no lie, but only the truth!-put forth thy hand and save me! I am indeed the Prince of Wales!"
The man stared down, stupefied, upon the lad, then shook his head and muttered:
Gustav Klimt Painting