The
Peddler of Swaffham
Main characters:
Story-teller
Peddler
His
wife
shopkeeper
His
children (2)
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Story-teller: The
old days
when London Bridge was lined with shops from one end to the other, and salmon
swam under the bridge, there lived at Swaffham, in Norfolk, a poor peddler. He
lived in the miserable house with his wife and his children.
Spring came, but it was very cold and dirty, blew a
strong wind, rain poured such that poor John was hardly able to roam the roads
with the goods.
it was difficult for John and his wife. They were
barely able to feed and provide clothes their children.
Peddler: My
son had no shoes; he can’t go out into the street. Oh my God!
Wife: A daughter grew
out of their dresses - like it or not, and took out new ones. How will we live? John, you must take a job at
the farm. Trade had not paid in the current year.
Peddler: There is no job in such terrible
weather in the farm. But let me to tell you, wife! I go to London as soon as the
weather is fine.
Wife: In London? -
What are you going to do there? Want to get rich, or what?
Peddler: O’k, I tell you
everything. Last night, when the rain was drumming on the roof, I could not
sleep and was thinking about our future. And when I finally fell asleep, I
dreamed a beautiful dream.
Wife: Did you dream wardrobe
which is full of new clothes fell into the fireplace? And when you woke up,
you saw that was not the wardrobe, and only rook’s old nest, which was on
our roof.
Peddler: That's not! I heard
a voice so sweet, but I don’t know whose. And this voice said to me, 'John, go
to London and stand on London Bridge, and you will hear wonderful news.
Wife: What news?
Peddler: I don’t know. Oh,
my dear wife, It’s time to go to bed.
Wife: Good night!
Peddler: Good
night!
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Story-teller: Peddler
John had a same dream on this night, on the next night, on the
third night.
John, go to London and stand on London Bridge, and you
will hear wonderful news.
Peddler: I
must go to London.
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Story-teller: And
so he trudged up to London town. Long was the way. John was glad when he stood
on the great bridge and saw the tall houses on right hand and left. All day
long he paced to and fro, but he heard nothing that might yield him comfort.
And again on the morrow he stood and he gazed--he paced afresh the length of
London Bridge, but nothing did he see and nothing did he hear. Now the
third day being come as he still stood and gazed, a shopkeeper hard by spoke to
him.
Shopkeepper: "Friend, I wonder much at your fruitless
standing. Have you no wares to sell?"
Peddler: "No,
indeed,"
Shopkeeper: And you don’t beg for alms."
Peddler: Not so long as I can keep myself."
Shopkeeper: Then what, I pray thee, what do you want here, and what may
thy business be?"
Peddler: Well, kind sir, I tell the truth, I dreamed that if I came hither,
I should hear good news.
Shopkeeper: You
are poor silly country fellow. Last night I dreamt myself to be in Swaffham,
in Norfolk, and me thought I was behind a peddler’s house, and there was a
great oak-tree. Then me seemed that if I digged I should find a great treasure.
But I'm not such a fool as to take on me a long and wearisome journey. It’s a
silly dream. Get thee home, and mind thy business."
Peddler: O,
thanks. Good bye. At last I will be rich.
Story-teller: When the peddler
heard that, he was returning home speedily, digged underneath the great
oak-tree, and found a prodigious great treasure. He grew exceeding rich, but he
did not forget his duty in the pride of his riches. For he built up again the
church at Swaffham, and when he died they put a statue of him.
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