Character:

 Prince Horace ( Brat ) – The naughty Prince

 Jemmy - Whipping Boy
 Hold – Your – Nose Billy – friend of Prince Brat and Jemmy
 Cutwater – friend of Prince Brat and Jemmy
 King – father of Prince Horace
 Mister Peckwit – The tutor
 Captain Nips – the general of the soldiers
 Peturia – The dancing Bear
 Betsy – A girl is 14 or 15 years old
Settings :
 Main Hall
 Tower chamber
 Rickety timbered and with a moldy thatched roof
 Wild green tangle
 River road
 Road city
 Waterside fairgrounds
Introduction:
Prince Horace is so naughty that everyone calls him Prince Brat.
But the prince is not allowed to be spanked. So an orphan boy named
Jemmy is taken from the streets to be the Prince’s whipping boy.
When Prince Brat decides to run away , he takes Jemmy with him.
The boys begin a wild adventure that lands them, in the clutches of two
thiering cutthroats! Can Jemmy use his street smarts to cutwit his
kidnappers and free himself and the Prince?
Summary:
The Princeis known everywhere. Not evenblack cats cross his
path.One night the king was holding a grand feast. Prince Brat tied,
their powdered wings to the back of the king, their wigs came flying off.
The lords clasped their heads and the ladies shricked, Prince Brat tried
to keep laughing, he clapped his hands ever his mouth. But out it ripped
a cackle of hahahas and haw-haws and hehehes. The king spied him
and looked mad at him. He gave a furious shout. Prince Brat knew that
he had nothing to fear. He had never been spanked in his life. It was
forbidden to spank, thrash, cuff, smack or wip a Prince. The king’s
command traveled likean echo fromguard to guard up the stone
stairway to a small chamber in the drafty north tower.
An orphan boy named Jemmy, the son of a rat catcher, roused
from his sleep. He’d bee dreaming happily of his ragged but carefree
life before. In the main hall the king punished the Prince , defiantly
biting pack every yelp and cry. The king turned to the prince. The prince
lowered his head so as to humbled and contrite. Jemmy could count on
a thrashing first thing in the morning. Sure and certain, he thought, as
he pulled on his fine velvet breeches and silk stockings. The Prince
would’nt know his lessons, the royal tutor has quick as a flyswatter with
his willow witch and Jemmy would be back in rags.
The tutor , Master Peckwit was a round- faced man with fat
cheeks. He painted his switch at the Prince. The tutor cheeks, swelling
with anger , almost unhorsed the small spectacles saddling his
nose.Jemmy who was oblidged to be close at hand for the daily lessons
reckoned that freedom was noted close at hand. The Prince threw hima
smirking glance as Master Peckit raised the switch and beat the
whipping boy like a carpet . Jemmy didn’t bawl. He didn’t yelp or bellow
ten whacks, and not a sound escaped his lips. The Prince learned
nothing . The whipping boy learned to read, write, and do sums. On a
night when the moon gazed down like an evil eye, the young Prince
appeared in Jemmy’s chamber. The whipping boy sat bolt upright.
Hardly a day passed that he didn’t make one planon another to run off.
Jemmy stared at him with dreadful astonishment. The night moon had
lit their way like a lantern horse from the castle stable, were hopelessly
last. A thick, fog had swirled in they’d strayed from the road , and trees
had closed in on them.
A low branch almost swept them of them of the saddle. But
Jemmy slipped of the saddle. A plan had been tumbling about in his
head. Here’s your chance, Jemmy be told himself. Slip away in the fog.
Run for it! No more whippings for you, not if you can’t be found. Leaves
crackled under Jemmy’s feet as he began to back off. Once the dog
cleared, he’d find the river. The dog-and-rat pits paid fancy prices for
the best fighters, and that meant sewer rats. Jemmy took another
crackling step backward and froze. A sudden yellow glow floated in the
fog. The prince burst into yellow squawks and floated bellows.
Jemmy edged closer, A cutthroat! Like a snake striking, a ghostly
hand darted through the fog and clutched his arm. A second cut throat!
Jemmy looked up, bony face with hollow cheeks and nose like a meat
cleaver. Billy pulled Prince Brat from the saddle throw him into Jemmy.
Billy was a big and man, he saw big and raw as a skinned ox. And he
smelled like a ton of garlic. Jemmy remember something. Hadn’t he
hear ballad sellers fling that name about the streets? Jemmy gave the
Prince a sudden jab of his elbow to keep his mouth shut. But the heir to
the throne raised himself his full height, and bow to the prince. Hold
your trap! Jemmy thought. Don’t you have a thimbledful of brains? A
prince would make a fine catch for these rogues. Hold-Your-Nose Billy
hung on to the boy’s ears. At the horse’s side, cutwater was holding the
lantern close to the saddle. But the two men neither burned nor fled.
Hold-Your-Nose Billy threw bushy eyed glance at his fellow out law.
The forest is cleared. But so thick were the pines that the morning
sun barely touched the ground. Hold-You-Nose – Billy pushed a side a
low branch revealing a rickety timbered hut with a moldy thatched
roof. The floor was hard-packed earth. Braided garlic bulbs hung like
knotted ropes from the rafters. Prince Brat said he’s hungry. Jemmy
had made many a meal on bread and hearing, when he was in lick, and
felt hungry enough to ask for seconds. Prince Brat Bared his teeth. He
reached for the wicker basket, but cutwater snatched it back. Cut water
snatched the food of prince Brat and the Prince cried cut.
Jemmy thought. Hadn’t the Prince run away in royal style! He had
even brought a Lhing plate, as silver spoon, and a silver knife for
himself. In the gloom of the hut, the knife big man for lifted out a
golden crown. Cut water burst out joyously. He began to scratch
himself as if his shift were crawling with fleas. Why he brought along
his crown? To cock it on his head and expect vagabonds and cutthroats
to fall to their knees? The big, raw – faced outlaw grabbed Prince brat
off the ground and took the heft of him as he were weighing a suck of
potatoes.
Cutnater rummaged around in a black aok chest of stolen goods.
Handkerchiefs new cut like soiled white , white doves, worn shoes,
ladies’ combs, a cowbell and a junk heap. The’ve had lean pickings, this
ragged pair of highnaymen. The prince is hungry, Hold – Your – Nose
Billy offer him a veal pie, but the prince ignored him. He poked around
for a beet root and squeezed out the juice with bare hand. It dripped
like blood onto a china plate.
Jemmy shot a calculating glaze at Prince Brat once and for all. The
big man rumbled up a laugh, shoring a mouthful of yellow teeth. Prince
Brat’s face turned red as hot iron after tasting a ratty street orphan.
Hold–Your-Nose Billy tilted the princely crown on his head. Jemmy
glanced up from the sheet of paper. Cutwater had begun gnawing away
at a roasted pheasant, and his cheek swelled cut as if he had a
monstrous root ache. Prince Brat sat sullenly on a pile of mold, bed
straw. He glared icily at the whipping boy who had seized his royal title.
Jemmy dipped the quill, but then paused,. Gaw, he thought, it’s not
enough to choose my words as if I were a prince. Show some high and
mighty, Jemmy. Think like a prince. Hold= Your- Nose Billy’s red brows
shot up in bewildered surprise. The eyebrows lowered as quickly a they
had risen.
Prince Brat’s mouth fell wide open at the whipping boy’s hir by
mischiefs. Hold- Your – Nose Billy stood ever Jemmy’s shoulder and
watched the words being scratched out. Hold-Your-Nose Billy popped a
dove of garlic into his mouth, ground it between his yellow teeth and
helped himself to a veal pie. The scrawny outlaw sliced off two thick
pieces of coarse bread. He dropped a salt herring across each slice.
Jemmy sat on the bed straw beside the prince and contemplated
his breakfast. He examined the bread closely, hunting for vamints . The
prince began to nibble around the edges, Hold-Your-Nose Billy glanced
over and grinned. Cutwater wiped his thin, greasy lips with the back of
his hand. The prince’s eyes widened and his face blanched white. The
prospect of taking a whipping himself had never occurred to him.
Prince Brat shot Jemmy a poisonous look. The garlicky outlaw has
leaning closer to Jemmy. He turned away from the man’s breath and
began to read. He read the message through backward. And then a
second time before the hairy outlaw was satisfied.
Hold-Your—Nose Billy clapped a leery eye on the rat catcher’s
son. Jemmy assumed a princely air or indifference , he filled his mouth
with bread and herring. Prince Brat scoffed under his breath. He didn’t
shown a moment’s interest in Jemmy’s scheme to free him. Their eyes
met and clashed. The effect or the outlaws was instant. Hold- Your –
Nose Billy jar dropped. Jemmy made the pretense of dazing up with
impatience. Prince Brat shot Jemmy a quick, thunder- scowl look. Billy
began to pace munching garlic cloves as if they were grapes. Finally, he
tipped the crown off his head and flying it into Prince Brat. By its smelly
tail, Prince tossed aside the uneaten herring, without shoring the
slightest concutlaws.