- Once
upon a time there was a king and a queen
who had long hoped for a child of their own. When, at last, a baby princess was born, they thought that a good fairy must have
been looking after them.
- I
shall invite all the fairies in the
kingdom to come to our baby’s christening!
- That would be nice!
A Cradle Hymn.
Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber;
Holy angels guard thy bed,
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.
Sleep my baby; thy food and raiment,
House and home, thy friends provide,
All without thy care or payment:
All thy wants are well supplied.
- You shall have a lovely face and you shall be gentle and loving!
- You shall be smart and you shall have a lovely voice!
- I suppose
you thought I was too old to do magic
now! Well, I’ll show you! When the Princess is fifteen years old, she shall prick her finger on a spindle and fall down dead.
- Oh, how can I have forgotten her?
- And what shall we do now?
- I may be able to help. I can’t undo the evil spell, but I can soften
it a little. The Princess will prick her finger on a spindle, but she will not die. She will just fall asleep for a hundred years.
- Thank you. Thank you very much.
- I order to destroy all the spindles in my kingdom.
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Year by year, the Princess grew more lovely.
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On the morning of her fifteenth birthday the Princess wandered through
the palace.
- She climbed to a high tower
where she had never been before.
- There in a small room she
saw an old woman at a spinning wheel.
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Good morning!
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Good morning!
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What are you doing?
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I am spinning, my child.
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How interesting! I have never seen
that before. May I have a look at it?
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Of course! You may even try to spin, my child. Look!
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Oh! Help me! Help!
Oh, dear!
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What’s the matter?
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What’s happened?
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What’s wrong? Look here!
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This young pretty
child seems to be dead. How horrible!
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This is our Princess!
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Send for the King and
Queen!
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Let’s go quickly!
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Oh, no! That’s impossible!
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You see? The Princess is dead!
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No, she isn’t. The Princess
fell into a deep, deep sleep.
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And she will sleep for one hundred years. And in one hundred years a young prince will wake her up.
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Good night! Sleep
well!
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Good night! Sleep
well!
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Good night! Sleep
well!
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Almost a hundred
years had passed since the
Princess had pricked her finger.
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The story of the
beautiful sleeping Princess spread
through the kingdom and far
beyond.
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She became
known as the Sleeping Beauty.
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Many princes tried to come to the palace to rescue the Princess, but failed.
- Good morning, dear Prince!
- Good morning!
- Good morning!
- What is happening here? Why are they
all asleep?
- You see, dear Prince, one hundred years
ago this Sleeping Beauty pricked her finger on a spindle and fell into a deep
sleep.
- I shall not rest until I have seen her and woken her!
So, we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the
night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breath,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
( Lord Byron )