The Fisherman and His Wife
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There was once a fisherman who lived with his wife in a pig Sty close by the seaside. The fisherman used to go out all day long a fishing, and one day, as he sat on the shore with his rod, looking at the sparkling waves and watching his line all on a sudden his float was dragged away deep into the water, and in drawing it up he pulled out a great fish. But the fish said, Pray, let me live. I am not a real fish, I am an enchanted prince. Put me in the water again and let me go. Oh, ho, said the man, you need not make so many words about the matter. I will have nothing to do with a fish that can talk. So swim away, sir, as soon as you please. Then he put him back into the water, and the fish darted straight down to the bottom and left a long streak of blood behind him on the wave. When the fisherman went home to his wife in the Pig Sty, he told her how he had caught a great fish, and how it had told him it was an enchanted prince, and how, on hearing it speak, he had let it go again.
Did not you ask it for anything? Said the wife. We live very wretchedly here in this nasty, dirty pig style. Do go back and tell the fish we want a snug little cottage. The Fisherman and His Wife classic Fairy Tale the fisherman did not much like the business, however, he went to the seashore, and when he came back there their water looked all yellow and green, and he stood at the water's edge and said, old man of the sea, hearken to me.
My wife Ilsa Bill will have her.
Own will, and hath sent me to.
Beg a boon of thee.
Then the fish came swimming to him and said, well, what is her will? What does your wife want? Ah, said the fisherman, she says that when I had caught you I ought to have asked you for something before I let you go. She does not like living any longer in the Pig Sty and wants a snug little cottage. Go home, then, said the fish. She is in the cottage already. So the man went home and saw his wife standing at the door of a nice trim little cottage. Come in, come in, said she, is not this much better than the filthy pig sty we had. And there was a parlor and a bedchamber and a kitchen, and behind the cottage there was a little garden planted with all sorts of flowers and fruits, and there was a courtyard behind, full of ducks and chickens. Ah, said the fisherman, how happily we shall live now. We will try to do so at least, said his wife. Everything went right for a week or two, and then Dame Il Sabil, said, husband, there is not near room enough for us in this cottage. The courtyard and the garden are a great deal too small.
I should like to have a large.
Stone castle to live in. Go to the fish again, and tell him to give us a castle. Wife, said the fisherman, I don't like to go to him again, for perhaps he will be angry. We ought to be easy with this pretty cottage to live in. Nonsense, said the wife. He will do it very willingly, I know. Go along and try. The fisherman went, but his heart was very heavy, and when he came to the sea it looked blue and gloomy, though it was very calm. And he went close to the edge of the waves, and said, o man of the sea, hearken to me.
My wife Ilsa Bell will have her.
Own will, and hath sent me to.
Beg a boon of thee.
Well, what does she want now?
Said the fish.
Ah, said the man, dolefully my wife wants to live in a stone castle? Go home then, said the fish, she is standing at the gate of it already. So away went the fisherman, and found his wife standing before the gate of a great castle. See, said she, is not this grand? With that they went into the castle together, and found a great many servants there, and the runes all richly furnished and full of golden chairs and tables. And behind the castle was a garden, and around it was a park half a mile long, full of sheep and goats and hares and deer, and in the courtyard were stables and cow houses. Well, said the man, now we will live cheerful and happy in this beautiful castle for the rest of our lives. Perhaps we may, said the wife, but let us sleep upon it before we make up our minds to that. So they went to bed. The next morning when Dame Il Sabil awoke, it was broad daylight, and she jogged the fisherman with her elbow and said get up, husband, and bester yourself, for we must be king of all the land. Wife, wife, said the man, why should we wish to be the king?
I will not be king. Then I will, said she. But, wife, said the fisherman, how can you be king? The fish cannot make you a king. Husband, said she, say no more about it, but go and try. I will be king. So the man went away, quite sorrowful to think that his wife should want to be king. This time the sea looked a dark gray color, and was overspread with curling waves in the ridges of foam. As he cried out, o man of the sea, hearken to me.
My wife Il Sabil will have her.
Own will, and hath sent me to.
Beg a boon of thee.
Swell. What would she have now?
Said the fish.
Alas, said the poor man, my wife wants to be king. Go home, said the fish, she is king already. Then the fisherman went home, and as he came close to the palace, he saw a troop of soldiers and heard the sound of drums and trumpets, and heard the sound of drums and trumpet. And when he went in, he saw his wife sitting on a throne of golden diamonds with a golden crown upon her head. And on each side of her stood six fair maidens, each ahead taller than the other. Well, wife, said the fisherman, are you king? Yes, said she, I am king. And when he had looked at her for a long time, he said, ah, wife, what a fine thing it is to be king. Now we shall never have anything more to wish for as long as we live. I don't know how that may be, said she, never is a long time. I am king, it is true, but I begin to be tired of that, and I think I should like to be emperor all as wife, why should you wish to be emperor? Said the fisherman. Husband, said she, go to the fish.
I
say
I
will
be
emperor.
Ah,
wife,
replied
the
fisherman,
the
fish
cannot
make
an
emperor,
I
am
sure,
and
I
should
not
like
to
ask
him
for
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