Rembrandt Painting

Rembrandt Painting
In his dream he reached his sordid home all out of breath, but with eyes dancing with grateful enthusiasm; cast four of his pennies into his mother's lap and cried out:
"They are for thee!-all of them, every one!-for thee and Nan and Bet-and honestly come by, not begged nor stolen!"
The happy and astonished mother strained him to her breast and exclaimed:
"It waxeth late-may it please your majesty to rise?"
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Ah, that was not the answer he was expecting. The dream had snapped asunder-he was awake.
He opened his eyes-the richly clad First Lord of the Bedchamber was kneeling by his couch. The gladness of the lying dream faded away-the poor boy recognized that he was still a captive and a king. The room was filled with courtiers clothed in purple mantles-the mourning color-and with noble servants of the monarch. Tom sat up in bed and gazed out from the heavy silken curtains upon this fine company.
Rembrandt Painting