were pinched with famine, and their thin hands shook and trembled. Some haggard women were seated at a table sewing. a horrible odour filled the place The air was foul and heavy, and the walls dripped and streamed with damp The young King went over to one of the weavers, and stood by him and watched him And the weaver looked at him angrily, and said, 'Why art thou watching me Art thou spy set on us by our master? *40 Who is thy master? asked the young King Our master! ' cried the weaver, bitterly. 'He is a man like myself. Indeed, there is but this difference between us-that he wears fine clothes while I go in rags, and that while I am weak from hunger he suffers not a little from overfeeding The land is free, said the young King, 'and thou art no man 's slave In war, 'answered the weaver, the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich make slaves of the poor. We must work to live, and they give us such mean wages that we die. We toil for them all day long, and they heap up gold in their coffers, and our children fade away before their time, and the faces of those we love become hard and evil. we tread out the grapes and another drinks the wine. We sow the corn, and our own board is empty. We have chains though no eye beholds them; and are slaves, though men call us free. 'Is it so with all? he asked It is so with all, answered the weaver, with the young as well as with the old, with the women as well as with the men, with the little children as well as with those who are stricken in years. The merchants grind us down, and we must needs do their bidding The priest rides by and tells his beads, and no man has care of us. Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her#2. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night. But what are these things to thee 3? Thou art not one of us. Thy face is too happy And he turned away scowling, and threw the shuttle across the loom and the young King saw that it was threaded with a thread of gold And a great terror seized upon him, and he said to the weaver What robe is this that tl weaving It is the robe for the coronation of the young King, he answered; what is that to thee?" And the young King gave a loud cry and woke, and lo! he was in his own chamber, and through the window he saw the great honey-coloured*moon hanging in the dusky air And he fell asleep again and dreamed, and this was his dream He thought that he was lying on the deck of a huge galley that was being rowed by a hundred slaves. On a carpet by his side the master of the galley was seated. He was black as ebony 5,and and in his hands he had a pair of ivory scaler S of silver dragged down the thick lobes of his ears, his turban was of crimson silk great earring The slaves were naked, but for a ragged loin-cloth, and each man was chained to his neighbour. The hot sun beat brightly upon them, and the negroes ran up and down the gangway Why art thou watching me? art thou a spy set on us by our master?' 代英语,相当于 Why are you you watching me? Are you a spy set on us by our master?下文中还有类似的古语 thy相当于th Through our sunless lanes creeps poverty with her hungry eyes, and sin with his sodden face fol lows c lose beh ind her.穷困张着她饥饿的双眼爬 过阴暗的小巷,罪恶带着他的酒精面孔紧随其后。 thee pron.你(古英语thou的宾格) oney- coloured蜜色的 ebony r.乌木were pinched with famine, and their thin hands shook and trembled. Some haggard women were seated at a table sewing. A horrible odour filled the place. The air was foul and heavy, and the walls dripped and streamed with damp. The young King went over to one of the weavers, and stood by him and watched him. And the weaver looked at him angrily, and said, 'Why art thou watching me? Art thou a spy set on us by our master?'40 'Who is thy41 master?' asked the young King. 'Our master!' cried the weaver, bitterly. 'He is a man like myself. Indeed, there is but this difference between us--that he wears fine clothes while I go in rags, and that while I am weak from hunger he suffers not a little from overfeeding.' 'The land is free,' said the young King, 'and thou art no man's slave.' 'In war,' answered the weaver, 'the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich make slaves of the poor. We must work to live, and they give us such mean wages that we die. We toil for them all day long, and they heap up gold in their coffers, and our children fade away before their time, and the faces of those we love become hard and evil. We tread out the grapes, and another drinks the wine. We sow the corn, and our own board is empty. We have chains, though no eye beholds them; and are slaves, though men call us free.' 'Is it so with all?' he asked. 'It is so with all,' answered the weaver, 'with the young as well as with the old, with the women as well as with the men, with the little children as well as with those who are stricken in years. The merchants grind us down, and we must needs do their bidding. The priest rides by and tells his beads, and no man has care of us. Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her42 . Misery wakes us in the morning, and Shame sits with us at night. But what are these things to thee43? Thou art not one of us. Thy face is too happy.' And he turned away scowling, and threw the shuttle across the loom, and the young King saw that it was threaded with a thread of gold. And a great terror seized upon him, and he said to the weaver, 'What robe is this that thou art weaving?' 'It is the robe for the coronation of the young King,' he answered; 'what is that to thee?' And the young King gave a loud cry and woke, and lo! he was in his own chamber, and through the window he saw the great honey-coloured44 moon hanging in the dusky air. And he fell asleep again and dreamed, and this was his dream. He thought that he was lying on the deck of a huge galley that was being rowed by a hundred slaves. On a carpet by his side the master of the galley was seated. He was black as ebony 45, and his turban was of crimson silk. Great earrings of silver dragged down the thick lobes of his ears, and in his hands he had a pair of ivory scales. The slaves were naked, but for a ragged loin-cloth, and each man was chained to his neighbour. The hot sun beat brightly upon them, and the negroes ran up and down the gangway 40 Why art thou watching me? Art thou a spy set on us by our master?' 古 代英语，相当于 Why are you you watching me? Are you a spy set on us by our master? 下文中还有类似的古语 41 thy 相当于 the 42 Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. 穷困张着她饥饿的双眼爬 过阴暗的小巷，罪恶带着他的酒精面孔紧随其后。 43 thee pron. 你（古英语 thou 的宾格） 44 honey-coloured 蜜色的 45 ebony n.乌木