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Many years ago, there (be) an Emperor, who was so excessively fond of new clothes, that he (spend) all his money in dress. He did not trouble himself in the least about his soldiers; nor did he care to go either to the theatre or the chase, except for the opportunities then afforded him for (display) his new clothes. He (have) a different suit for each hour of the day; and as of any other king or emperor, one is accustomed to say, "he is (sit) in council," it was always (say) of him, "The Emperor is (sit) in his wardrobe."

Time (pass) merrily in the large town which (be) his capital; strangers (arrive) every day at the court. One day, two rogues, (call) themselves weavers, (make) their appearance. They (give) out that they (know) how to weave stuffs of the most beautiful colors and elaborate patterns, the clothes manufactured from which should have the wonderful property of (remain) invisible to everyone who was unfit for the office he (hold), or who (be) extraordinarily simple in character.

"These must, indeed, be splendid clothes!" (think) the Emperor. "Had I such a suit, I might at once find out what men in my realms are unfit for their office, and also be able to distinguish the wise from the foolish! This stuff must be woven for me immediately." And he (cause) large sums of money to be given to both the weavers in order that they might begin their work directly.

So the two pretended weavers set up two looms, and (affect) to work very busily, though in reality they (do) nothing at all. They (aks) for the most delicate silk and the purest gold thread; put both into their own knapsacks; and then (continue) their pretended work at the empty looms until late at night.

"I should like to know how the weavers are (get) on with my cloth," (say) the Emperor to himself, after some little time had (elapse); he was, however, rather embarrassed, when he (remember) that a simpleton, or one unfit for his office, would be unable to see the manufacture. To be sure, he (think) he had nothing to risk in his own person; but yet, he would prefer (send) somebody else, to bring him intelligence about the weavers, and their work, before he (trouble) himself in the affair. All the people throughout the city had heard of the wonderful property the cloth was to possess; and all (be) anxious to learn how wise, or how ignorant, their neighbors might prove to be.

"I will send my faithful old minister to the weavers," said the Emperor at last, after some deliberation, "he will be best able to see how the cloth looks; for he is a man of sense, and no one can be more suitable for his office than he is."

So the faithful old minister (go) into the hall, where the knaves were (work) with all their might, at their empty looms. "What can be the meaning of this?" thought the old man, (open) his eyes very wide. "I cannot discover the least bit of thread on the looms." However, he (do) not express his thoughts aloud.

The impostors (request) him very courteously to be so good as to come nearer their looms; and then (ask) him whether the design (please) him, and whether the colors (be) not very beautiful; at the same time (point) to the empty frames. The poor old minister (look) and looked, he could not discover anything on the looms, for a very good reason: There (be) nothing there. "What!" thought he again. "Is it possible that I (be) a simpleton? I have never thought so myself; and no one must know it now if I am so. Can it be, that I am unfit for my office? No, that must not be said either. I will never confess that I could not see the stuff."

Source of text: Project Gutenberg.