contemporary abstract painting

contemporary abstract painting
An thou wilt but let him to bed, father, rest and sleep will heal his madness; prithee, do."
"Do, father," said Bet; "he is more worn than is his wont. To-morrow will he be himself again, and will beg with diligence, and come not empty home again."
This remark sobered the father's joviality, and brought his mind to business. He turned angrily upon the prince, and said:
"The morrow must we pay two pennies to him that owns this hole; two pennies mark ye-all this money for a half-year's rent, else out of this we go. Show what thou'st gathered with thy lazy begging."
The prince said:
"Offend me not with thy sordid matters. I tell thee again I am the king's son."
A sounding blow upon the prince's shoulder from Canty's broad palm sent him staggering into good-wife Canty's arms, who clasped him to her breast, and sheltered him from a pelting rain of cuffs and slaps by interposing her own person.
The frightened girls retreated to their corner; but the grandmother stepped eagerly forward to assist her son. The prince sprang away from Mrs. Canty, exclaiming:
"Thou shalt not suffer for me, madam. Let these swine do their will upon me alone."