快乐王子等童话 英文版 The Happy Prince and Other Tales
奥斯卡.王尔德 Oscar Wilde
THE HAPPY PRINCE
High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of theHappy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of finegold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red rubyglowed on his sword-hilt.
He was very much admired indeed. "He is as beautiful as aweathercock," remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished togain a reputation for having artistic tastes; "only not quite souseful," he added, fearing lest people should think himunpractical, which he really was not.
"Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" asked a sensible motherof her little boy who was crying for the moon. "The Happy Princenever dreams of crying for anything."
"I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy,"muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.
"He looks just like an angel," said the Charity Children as theycame out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and theirclean white pinafores.
"How do you know?" said the Mathematical Master, "you have neverseen one."
"Ah! but we have, in our dreams," answered the children; and theMathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did notapprove of children dreaming.
One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friendshad gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind,for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met herearly in the spring as he was flying down the river after a bigyellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that hehad stopped to talk to her.
"Shall I love you?" said the Swallow, who liked to come to thepoint at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew roundand round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silverripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through thesummer.
"It is a ridiculous attachment," twittered the other Swallows; "shehas no money, and far too many relations"; and indeed the river wasquite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came they all flewaway.
After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. "She has no conversation," he said, "and I am afraid thatshe is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind." Andcertainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most gracefulcurtseys. "I admit that she is domestic," he continued, "but Ilove travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travellingalso."
"Will you come away with me?" he said finally to her; but the Reedshook her head, she was so attached to her home.
"You have been trifling with me," he cried. "I am off to thePyramids. Good-bye!" and he flew away.
All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city."Where shall I put up?" he said; "I hope the town has madepreparations."
Then he saw the statue on the tall column.
"I will put up there," he cried; "it is a fine position, withplenty of fresh air." So he alighted just between the feet of theHappy Prince.
"I have a golden bedroom," he said softly to himself as he lookedround, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was puttinghis head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. "What acurious thing!" he cried; "there is not a single cloud in the sky,the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. Theclimate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed usedto like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness."
Then another drop fell.
"What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?" hesaid; "I must look for a good chimney-pot," and he determined tofly away.
But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and helooked up, and saw--Ah! what did he see?
The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears wererunning down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in themoonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.
"Who are you?" he said.
"I am the Happy Prince."
"Why are you weeping then?" asked the Swallow; "you have quitedrenched me."
"When I was alive and had a human heart," answered the statue, "Idid not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime Iplayed with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I ledthe dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very loftywall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything aboutme was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, andhappy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so Idied. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high thatI can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, andthough my heart is made of lead yet I cannot chose but weep."
"What! is he not solid gold?" said the Swallow to himself. He wastoo polite to make any personal remarks out loud.
"Far away," continued the statue in a low musical voice, "far awayin a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows isopen, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her faceis thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by theneedle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen's maids-of-honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner ofthe room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and isasking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but riverwater, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will younot bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastenedto this pedestal and I cannot move."
"I am waited for in Egypt," said the Swallow. "My friends areflying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus-flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King.The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped inyellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chainof pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves."
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you notstay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is sothirsty, and the mother so sad."
"I don't think I like boys," answered the Swallow. "Last summer,when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, themiller's sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They neverhit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, andbesides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, itwas a mark of disrespect."
But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow wassorry. "It is very cold here," he said; "but I will stay with youfor one night, and be your messenger."
"Thank you, little Swallow," said the Prince.
So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince's sword,and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.
He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angelswere sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound ofdancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover."How wonderful the stars are," he said to her, "and how wonderfulis the power of love!"
"I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball," sheanswered; "I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it;but the seamstresses are so lazy."
beat her if she does notbring home some money, and she is crying?
He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the mastsof the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jewsbargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copperscales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boywas tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallenasleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby onthe table beside the woman's thimble. Then he flew gently roundthe bed, fanning the boy's forehead with his wings. "How cool Ifeel," said the boy, "I must be getting better"; and he sank into adelicious slumber.
Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him whathe had done. "It is curious," he remarked, "but I feel quite warmnow, although it is so cold."
"That is because you have done a good action," said the Prince.And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep.Thinking always made him sleepy.
When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. "What aremarkable phenomenon," said the Professor of Ornithology as he waspassing over the bridge. "A swallow in winter!" And he wrote along letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it,it was full of so many words that they could not understand.
"To-night I go to Egypt," said the Swallow, and he was in highspirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, andsat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went theSparrows chirruped, and said to each other, "What a distinguishedstranger!" so he enjoyed himself very much.
When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. "Have you anycommissions for Egypt?" he cried; "I am just starting."
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you notstay with me one night longer?"
"I am waited for in Egypt," answered the Swallow. "To-morrow myfriends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horsecouches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite thronesits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and whenthe morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he issilent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water's edge todrink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louderthan the roar of the cataract.
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "far awayacross the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning overa desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is abunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and hislips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes.He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, buthe is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate,and hunger has made him faint."
"I will wait with you one night longer," said the Swallow, whoreally had a good heart. "Shall I take him another ruby?"
"Alas! I have no ruby now," said the Prince; "my eyes are all thatI have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were broughtout of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and takeit to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food andfirewood, and finish his play."
"Dear Prince," said the Swallow, "I cannot do that"; and he beganto weep.
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as Icommand you."
So the Swallow plucked out the Prince's eye, and flew away to thestudent's garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was ahole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room.The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hearthe flutter of the bird's wings, and when he looked up he found thebeautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.
"I am beginning to be appreciated," he cried; "this is from somegreat admirer. Now I can finish my play," and he looked quitehappy.
The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on themast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chestsout of the hold with ropes. "Heave a-hoy!" they shouted as eachchest came up. "I am going to Egypt"! cried the Swallow, butnobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the HappyPrince.
"I am come to bid you good-bye," he cried.
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you notstay with me one night longer?"
"It is winter," answered the Swallow, "and the chill snow will soonbe here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and thecrocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. Mycompanions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and thepink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other.Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, andnext spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place ofthose you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a redrose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea."
"In the square below," said the Happy Prince, "there stands alittle match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, andthey are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does notbring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes orstockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye,and give it to her, and her father will not beat her."
"I will stay with you one night longer," said the Swallow, "but Icannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then."
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as Icommand you."
So he plucked out the Prince's other eye, and darted down with it.He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palmof her hand. "What a lovely bit of glass," cried the little girl;and she ran home, laughing.
Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. "You are blind now," hesaid, "so I will stay with you always."
"No, little Swallow," said the poor Prince, "you must go away toEgypt."
"I will stay with you always," said the Swallow, and he slept atthe Prince's feet.
All the next day he sat on the Prince's shoulder, and told himstories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of thered ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, andcatch gold-fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as theworld itself, and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of themerchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carryamber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of theMoon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; ofthe great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twentypriests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sailover a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war withthe butterflies.
"Dear little Swallow," said the Prince, "you tell me of marvellousthings, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of menand of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over mycity, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there."
So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich makingmerry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting atthe gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces ofstarving children looking out listlessly at the black streets.Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in oneanother's arms to try and keep themselves warm. "How hungry weare!" they said. "You must not lie here," shouted the Watchman,and they wandered out into the rain.
Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.
"I am covered with fine gold," said the Prince, "you must take itoff, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always thinkthat gold can make them happy."
Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till theHappy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of thefine gold he brought to the poor, and the children's faces grewrosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. "We havebread now!" they cried.
Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streetslooked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright andglistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from theeaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the littleboys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.
The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would notleave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbsoutside the baker's door when the baker was not looking and triedto keep himself warm by flapping his wings.
But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strengthto fly up to the Prince's shoulder once more. "Good-bye, dearPrince!" he murmured, "will you let me kiss your hand?"
"I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,"said the Prince, "you have stayed too long here; but you must kissme on the lips, for I love you."
"It is not to Egypt that I am going," said the Swallow. "I amgoing to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is henot?"
living always thinkthat?
And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead athis feet.
At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as ifsomething had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart hadsnapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost.
Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below incompany with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column helooked up at the statue: "Dear me! how shabby the Happy Princelooks!" he said.
"How shabby indeed!" cried the Town Councillors, who always agreedwith the Mayor; and they went up to look at it.
"The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he isgolden no longer," said the Mayor in fact, "he is litttle beterthan a beggar!"
"Little better than a beggar," said the Town Councillors.
"And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!" continued theMayor. "We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not tobe allowed to die here." And the Town Clerk made a note of thesuggestion.
So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. "As he is nolonger beautiful he is no longer useful," said the Art Professor atthe University.
Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held ameeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with themetal. "We must have another statue, of course," he said, "and itshall be a statue of myself."
"Of myself," said each of the Town Councillors, and theyquarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.
"What a strange thing!" said the overseer of the workmen at thefoundry. "This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. Wemust throw it away." So they threw it on a dust-heap where thedead Swallow was also lying.
"Bring me the two most precious things in the city," said God toone of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart andthe dead bird.
"You have rightly chosen," said God, "for in my garden of Paradisethis little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of goldthe Happy Prince shall praise me."