There was once a fisherman and his wife who lived together in a hovel by the sea-shore, and the fisherman went out every day with his hook and line to catch fish, and he angled and angled.
One day he was sitting with his rod and looking into the clear water, and he sat and sat.
At last down went the line to the bottom of the water, and when he drew it up he found a great flounder on the hook. And the flounder said to him, "Fisherman, listen to me; let me go, I am not a real fish but an enchanted prince. What good shall I be to you if you land me? I shall not taste well; so put me back into the water again, and let me swim away."
"Well," said the fisherman, "no need of so many words about the matter, as you can speak I had much rather let you swim away."
Then he put him back into the clear water, and the flounder sank to the bottom, leaving a long streak of blood behind him. Then the fisherman got up and went home to his wife in their hovel.
"Well, husband," said the wife, "have you caught nothing to-day?"
"No," said the man "that is, I did catch a flounder, but as he said he was an enchanted prince, I let him go again."
"Then, did you wish for nothing?"said the wife.
"No," said the man; "what should I wish for?"
"Oh dear!" said the wife; "and it is so dreadful always to live in this evil-smelling hovel j you might as well have wished for a little cottage; go again and call him; tell him we want a little cottage, I daresay he will give it us; go, and be quick."
And when he went back, the sea was green and yellow, and not nearly so clear. So he stood and said,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
Then the flounder came swimming up, and said,
"Now then, what does she want?"
"Oh," said the man, "you know when I caught you my wife says I ought to have wished for something. She does not want to live any longer in the hovel, and would rather have a cottage.
"Go home with you," said the flounder, "she has it already."
So the man went home, and found, instead of the hovel, a little cottage, and his wife was sitting on a bench before the door. And she took him by the hand, and said to him,
"Come in and see if this is not a great improvement."
So they went in, and there was a little house-place and a beautiful little bedroom, a kitchen and larder, with all sorts of furniture, and iron and brass ware of the very best. And at the back was a little yard with fowls and ducks, and a little garden full of green vegetables and fruit.
"Look," said the wife, "is not that nice?"
"Yes," said the man, "if this can only last we shall be very well contented."
"We will see about that," said the wife. And after a meal they went to bed.
So all went well for a week or fortnight, when the wife said,
"Look here, husband, the cottage is really too confined, and the yard and garden are so small; I think the flounder had better get us a larger house; I should like very much to live in a large stone castle; so go to your fish and he will send us a castle."
"0 my dear wife," said the man, "the cottage is good enough; what do we want a castle for?"
"We want one," said the wife; "go along with you; the flounder can give us one."
"Now, wife," said the man, "the flounder gave us the cottage; I do not like to go to him again, he may be angry."
"Go along," said the wife, "he might just as well give us it as not; do as I say!"
The man felt very reluctant and unwilling; and he said to himself,
"It is not the right thing to do;" nevertheless he went.
So when he came to the seaside, the water was purple and dark blue and grey and thick, and not green and yellow as before. And he stood and said,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"Now then, what does she want?"said the flounder.
"Oh," said the man, half frightened, "she wants to live in a large stone castle."
"Go home with you, she is already standing before the door," said the flounder.
Then the man went home, as he supposed, but when he got there, there stood in the place of the cottage a great castle of stone, and his wife was standing on the steps, about to go in; so she took him by the hand, and said,
"Let us enter."
With that he went in with her, and in the castle was a great hall with a marble- pavement, and there were a great many servants, who led them through large doors, and the passages were decked with tapestry, and the rooms with golden chairs and tables, and crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling; and all the rooms had carpets. And the tables were covered with eatables and the best wine for any one who wanted them. And at the back of the house was a great stable-yard for horses and cattle, and carriages of the finest; besides, there was a splendid large garden, with the most beautiful flowers and fine fruit trees, and a pleasance full half a mile long, with deer and oxen and sheep, and everything that heart could wish for.
"There! "said the wife, "is not this beautiful?"
"Oh yes," said the man, "if it will only last we can live in this fine castle and be very well contented."
"We will see about that," said the wife, "in the meanwhile we will sleep upon it." With that they went to bed.
The next morning the wife was awake first, just at the break of day, and she looked out and saw from her bed the beautiful country lying all round. The man took no notice of it, so she poked him in the side with her elbow, and said,
"Husband, get up and just look out of the window. Look, just think if we could be king over all this country . Just go to your fish and tell him we should like to be king."
"Now, wife," said the man, "what should we be kings for? I don't want to be king."
"Well," said the wife, "if you don't want to be king, I will be king."
"Now, wife," said the man, "what do you want to be king for? I could not ask him such a thing."
"Why not?" said the wife, "you must go directly all the same; I must be king."
So the man went, very much put out that his wife should want to be king.
"It is not the right thing to do-not at all the right thing," thought the man. He did not at all want to go, and yet he went all the same.
And when he came to the sea the water was quite dark grey, and rushed far inland, and had an ill smell. And he stood and said,
'' O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"Now then, what does she want?" said the fish. "Oh dear!"said the man, "she wants to be king."
"Go home with you, she is so already," said the fish.
So the man went back, and as he came to the palace he saw it was very much larger, and had great towers and splendid gateways; the herald stood before the door, and a number of soldiers with kettle-drums and trumpets.
And when he came inside everything was of marble and gold, and there were many curtains with great golden tassels. Then he went through the doors of the saloon to where the great throne-room was, and there was his wife sitting upon a throne of gold and diamonds, and she had a great golden crown on, and the sceptre in her hand was of pure gold and jewels, and on each side stood six pages in a row, each one a head shorter than the other. So the man went up to her and said,
"Well, wife, so now you are king!"
"Yes," said the wife, "now I am king."
So then he stood and looked at her, and when he had gazed at her for some time he said,
"Well, wife, this is fine for you to be king! now there is nothing more to wish for."
"O husband!" said the wife, seeming quite restless, "I am tired of this already. Go to your fish and tell him that now I am king I must be emperor."
"Now, wife," said the man, "what do you want to be emperor for?"
"Husband," said she, "go and tell the fish I want to be emperor.!'
"Oh dear!" said the man, "he could not do it-I cannot ask him such a thing. There is but one emperor at a time; the fish can't possibly make any one emperor-indeed he can't."
"Now, look here," said the wife, "I am king, and you are only my husband, so will you go at once? Go along! for if he was able to make me king he is able to make me emperor; and I will and must be emperor, so go along!"
So he was obliged to go; and as he went he felt very uncomfortable about it, and he thought to himself,
"It is not at all the right thing to do; to want to be emperor is really going too far; the flounder will soon be beginning to get tired of this."
With that he came to the sea, and the water was quite black and thick, and the foam flew, and the wind blew, and the man was terrified. But he stood and said,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"What is it now?" said the fish.
"Oh dear! "said the man, "my wife wants to be emperor."
"Go home with you," said the fish, "she is emperor already."
So the man went home, and found the castle adorned with polished marble and alabaster figures, and golden gates. The troops were being marshalled before the door, and they were blowing trumpets and beating drums and cymbals; and when he entered he saw barons and earls and dukes waiting about like servants; and the doors were of bright gold. And he saw his wife sitting upon a throne made of one entire piece of gold, and it was about two miles high; and she had a great golden crown on, which was about three yards high, set with brilliants and carbuncles; and in one hand she held the sceptre, and in the other the globe; and on both sides of her stood pages in two rows, all arranged according to their size, from the most enormous giant of two miles high to the tiniest dwarf of the size of my little finger; and before her stood earls and dukes in crowds. So the man went up to her and said,
"Well, wife, so now you are emperor."
"Yes," said she, "now I am emperor."
Then he went and sat down and had a good look at her, and then he said,
"Well now, wife, there is nothing left to be, now you are emperor."
"What are you talking about, husband?" said she; "I am emperor, and next I will be pope! so go and tell the fish so."
"Oh dear!" said the man, "what is it that you don't want? You can never become pope; there is but one pope in Christendom, and the fish can't possibly do it."
"Husband," said she, "no more words about it; I must and will be pope; so go along to the fish."
"Now, wife," said the man, "how can I ask him such a thing? it is too bad-it is asking a little too much; and, besides, he could not do it."
"What rubbish!" said the wife; '' if he could make me emperor he can make me pope. Go along and ask him; I am emperor, and you are only my husband, so go you must."
So he went, feeling very frightened, and he shivered and shook, and his knees trembled; and there arose a great wind, and the clouds flew by, and it grew very dark, and the sea rose mountains high, and the ships were tossed about, and the sky was partly blue in the middle, but at the sides very dark and red, as in a great tempest. And he felt very desponding, and stood trembling and said,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"Well, what now?" said the fish.
"Oh dear!" said the man, "she wants to be pope."
"Go home with you, she is pope already," said the fish.
So he went home, and he found himself before a great church, with palaces all round. He had to make his way through a crowd of people; and when he got inside he found the place lighted up with thousands and thousands of lights; and his wife was clothed in a golden garment, and sat upon a very high throne, and had three golden crowns on, all in the greatest priestly pomp; and on both sides of her there stood two rows of lights of all sizes-from the size of the longest tower to the smallest rushlight, and all the emperors and kings were kneeling before her and kissing her foot.
"Well, wife," said the man, and sat and stared at her, "so you are pope."
"Yes," said she, "now I am pope!"
And he went on gazing at her till he felt dazzled, as if he were sitting in the sun. And after a little time he said,
"Well, now, wife, what is there left to be, now you are pope?"
And she sat up very stiff and straight, and said nothing.
And he said again, "Well, wife, I hope you are contented at last with being pope; you can be nothing more."
"We will see about that," said the wife. With that they both went to bed; but she was as far as ever from being contented, and she could not get to sleep for thinking of what she should like to be next.
The husband, however, slept as fast as a top after his busy day; but the wife tossed and turned from side to side the whole night through, thinking all the while what she could be next, but nothing would occur to her; and when she saw the red dawn she slipped off the bed, and sat before the window to see the sun rise, and as it came up she said,
"Ah, I have it! what if I should make the sun and moon to rise-husband!"she cried, and stuck her elbow in his ribs, "wake up, and go to your fish, and tell him T want power over the sun and moon."
The man was so fast asleep that when he started up he fell out of bed. Then he shook himself together, and opened his eyes and said,
"Oh,-wife, what did you say?"
"Husband," said she, "if I cannot get the power of making the sun and moon rise when I want them, I shall never have another quiet hour. Go to the fish and tell him so."
"O wife!" said the man, and fell on his knees to her, "the fish can really not do that for you. I grant you he could make you emperor and pope; do be contented with that, I beg of you."
And she became wild with impatience, and screamed out,
"I can wait no longer, go at once!"
And so off he went as well as he could for fright. And a dreadful storm arose, so that he could hardly keep his feet; and the houses and trees were blown down, and the mountains trembled, and rocks fell in the sea; the sky was quite black, and it thundered and lightened; and the waves, crowned with foam, ran mountains high. So he cried out, without being able to hear his own words,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"Well, what now?" said the flounder.
"Oh dear!" said the man, "she wants to order about the sun and moon."
"Go home with you!"said the flounder, "you will find her in the old hovel."
And there they are sitting to this very day.
Then he put him back into the clear water, and the flounder sank to the bottom, leaving a long streak of blood behind him. Then the fisherman got up and went home to his wife in their hovel.
"Well, husband," said the wife, "have you caught nothing to-day?"
"No," said the man "that is, I did catch a flounder, but as he said he was an enchanted prince, I let him go again."
"Then, did you wish for nothing?"said the wife.
"No," said the man; "what should I wish for?"
"Oh dear!" said the wife; "and it is so dreadful always to live in this evil-smelling hovel j you might as well have wished for a little cottage; go again and call him; tell him we want a little cottage, I daresay he will give it us; go, and be quick."
And when he went back, the sea was green and yellow, and not nearly so clear. So he stood and said,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
Then the flounder came swimming up, and said,
"Now then, what does she want?"
"Oh," said the man, "you know when I caught you my wife says I ought to have wished for something. She does not want to live any longer in the hovel, and would rather have a cottage.
"Go home with you," said the flounder, "she has it already."
So the man went home, and found, instead of the hovel, a little cottage, and his wife was sitting on a bench before the door. And she took him by the hand, and said to him,
"Come in and see if this is not a great improvement."
So they went in, and there was a little house-place and a beautiful little bedroom, a kitchen and larder, with all sorts of furniture, and iron and brass ware of the very best. And at the back was a little yard with fowls and ducks, and a little garden full of green vegetables and fruit.
"Look," said the wife, "is not that nice?"
"Yes," said the man, "if this can only last we shall be very well contented."
"We will see about that," said the wife. And after a meal they went to bed.
So all went well for a week or fortnight, when the wife said,
"Look here, husband, the cottage is really too confined, and the yard and garden are so small; I think the flounder had better get us a larger house; I should like very much to live in a large stone castle; so go to your fish and he will send us a castle."
"0 my dear wife," said the man, "the cottage is good enough; what do we want a castle for?"
"We want one," said the wife; "go along with you; the flounder can give us one."
"Now, wife," said the man, "the flounder gave us the cottage; I do not like to go to him again, he may be angry."
"Go along," said the wife, "he might just as well give us it as not; do as I say!"
The man felt very reluctant and unwilling; and he said to himself,
"It is not the right thing to do;" nevertheless he went.
So when he came to the seaside, the water was purple and dark blue and grey and thick, and not green and yellow as before. And he stood and said,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"Now then, what does she want?"said the flounder.
"Oh," said the man, half frightened, "she wants to live in a large stone castle."
"Go home with you, she is already standing before the door," said the flounder.
Then the man went home, as he supposed, but when he got there, there stood in the place of the cottage a great castle of stone, and his wife was standing on the steps, about to go in; so she took him by the hand, and said,
"Let us enter."
With that he went in with her, and in the castle was a great hall with a marble- pavement, and there were a great many servants, who led them through large doors, and the passages were decked with tapestry, and the rooms with golden chairs and tables, and crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling; and all the rooms had carpets. And the tables were covered with eatables and the best wine for any one who wanted them. And at the back of the house was a great stable-yard for horses and cattle, and carriages of the finest; besides, there was a splendid large garden, with the most beautiful flowers and fine fruit trees, and a pleasance full half a mile long, with deer and oxen and sheep, and everything that heart could wish for.
"There! "said the wife, "is not this beautiful?"
"Oh yes," said the man, "if it will only last we can live in this fine castle and be very well contented."
"We will see about that," said the wife, "in the meanwhile we will sleep upon it." With that they went to bed.
The next morning the wife was awake first, just at the break of day, and she looked out and saw from her bed the beautiful country lying all round. The man took no notice of it, so she poked him in the side with her elbow, and said,
"Husband, get up and just look out of the window. Look, just think if we could be king over all this country . Just go to your fish and tell him we should like to be king."
"Now, wife," said the man, "what should we be kings for? I don't want to be king."
"Well," said the wife, "if you don't want to be king, I will be king."
"Now, wife," said the man, "what do you want to be king for? I could not ask him such a thing."
"Why not?" said the wife, "you must go directly all the same; I must be king."
So the man went, very much put out that his wife should want to be king.
"It is not the right thing to do-not at all the right thing," thought the man. He did not at all want to go, and yet he went all the same.
And when he came to the sea the water was quite dark grey, and rushed far inland, and had an ill smell. And he stood and said,
'' O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"Now then, what does she want?" said the fish. "Oh dear!"said the man, "she wants to be king."
"Go home with you, she is so already," said the fish.
So the man went back, and as he came to the palace he saw it was very much larger, and had great towers and splendid gateways; the herald stood before the door, and a number of soldiers with kettle-drums and trumpets.
And when he came inside everything was of marble and gold, and there were many curtains with great golden tassels. Then he went through the doors of the saloon to where the great throne-room was, and there was his wife sitting upon a throne of gold and diamonds, and she had a great golden crown on, and the sceptre in her hand was of pure gold and jewels, and on each side stood six pages in a row, each one a head shorter than the other. So the man went up to her and said,
"Well, wife, so now you are king!"
"Yes," said the wife, "now I am king."
So then he stood and looked at her, and when he had gazed at her for some time he said,
"Well, wife, this is fine for you to be king! now there is nothing more to wish for."
"O husband!" said the wife, seeming quite restless, "I am tired of this already. Go to your fish and tell him that now I am king I must be emperor."
"Now, wife," said the man, "what do you want to be emperor for?"
"Husband," said she, "go and tell the fish I want to be emperor.!'
"Oh dear!" said the man, "he could not do it-I cannot ask him such a thing. There is but one emperor at a time; the fish can't possibly make any one emperor-indeed he can't."
"Now, look here," said the wife, "I am king, and you are only my husband, so will you go at once? Go along! for if he was able to make me king he is able to make me emperor; and I will and must be emperor, so go along!"
So he was obliged to go; and as he went he felt very uncomfortable about it, and he thought to himself,
"It is not at all the right thing to do; to want to be emperor is really going too far; the flounder will soon be beginning to get tired of this."
With that he came to the sea, and the water was quite black and thick, and the foam flew, and the wind blew, and the man was terrified. But he stood and said,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"What is it now?" said the fish.
"Oh dear! "said the man, "my wife wants to be emperor."
"Go home with you," said the fish, "she is emperor already."
So the man went home, and found the castle adorned with polished marble and alabaster figures, and golden gates. The troops were being marshalled before the door, and they were blowing trumpets and beating drums and cymbals; and when he entered he saw barons and earls and dukes waiting about like servants; and the doors were of bright gold. And he saw his wife sitting upon a throne made of one entire piece of gold, and it was about two miles high; and she had a great golden crown on, which was about three yards high, set with brilliants and carbuncles; and in one hand she held the sceptre, and in the other the globe; and on both sides of her stood pages in two rows, all arranged according to their size, from the most enormous giant of two miles high to the tiniest dwarf of the size of my little finger; and before her stood earls and dukes in crowds. So the man went up to her and said,
"Well, wife, so now you are emperor."
"Yes," said she, "now I am emperor."
Then he went and sat down and had a good look at her, and then he said,
"Well now, wife, there is nothing left to be, now you are emperor."
"What are you talking about, husband?" said she; "I am emperor, and next I will be pope! so go and tell the fish so."
"Oh dear!" said the man, "what is it that you don't want? You can never become pope; there is but one pope in Christendom, and the fish can't possibly do it."
"Husband," said she, "no more words about it; I must and will be pope; so go along to the fish."
"Now, wife," said the man, "how can I ask him such a thing? it is too bad-it is asking a little too much; and, besides, he could not do it."
"What rubbish!" said the wife; '' if he could make me emperor he can make me pope. Go along and ask him; I am emperor, and you are only my husband, so go you must."
So he went, feeling very frightened, and he shivered and shook, and his knees trembled; and there arose a great wind, and the clouds flew by, and it grew very dark, and the sea rose mountains high, and the ships were tossed about, and the sky was partly blue in the middle, but at the sides very dark and red, as in a great tempest. And he felt very desponding, and stood trembling and said,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"Well, what now?" said the fish.
"Oh dear!" said the man, "she wants to be pope."
"Go home with you, she is pope already," said the fish.
So he went home, and he found himself before a great church, with palaces all round. He had to make his way through a crowd of people; and when he got inside he found the place lighted up with thousands and thousands of lights; and his wife was clothed in a golden garment, and sat upon a very high throne, and had three golden crowns on, all in the greatest priestly pomp; and on both sides of her there stood two rows of lights of all sizes-from the size of the longest tower to the smallest rushlight, and all the emperors and kings were kneeling before her and kissing her foot.
"Well, wife," said the man, and sat and stared at her, "so you are pope."
"Yes," said she, "now I am pope!"
And he went on gazing at her till he felt dazzled, as if he were sitting in the sun. And after a little time he said,
"Well, now, wife, what is there left to be, now you are pope?"
And she sat up very stiff and straight, and said nothing.
And he said again, "Well, wife, I hope you are contented at last with being pope; you can be nothing more."
"We will see about that," said the wife. With that they both went to bed; but she was as far as ever from being contented, and she could not get to sleep for thinking of what she should like to be next.
The husband, however, slept as fast as a top after his busy day; but the wife tossed and turned from side to side the whole night through, thinking all the while what she could be next, but nothing would occur to her; and when she saw the red dawn she slipped off the bed, and sat before the window to see the sun rise, and as it came up she said,
"Ah, I have it! what if I should make the sun and moon to rise-husband!"she cried, and stuck her elbow in his ribs, "wake up, and go to your fish, and tell him T want power over the sun and moon."
The man was so fast asleep that when he started up he fell out of bed. Then he shook himself together, and opened his eyes and said,
"Oh,-wife, what did you say?"
"Husband," said she, "if I cannot get the power of making the sun and moon rise when I want them, I shall never have another quiet hour. Go to the fish and tell him so."
"O wife!" said the man, and fell on his knees to her, "the fish can really not do that for you. I grant you he could make you emperor and pope; do be contented with that, I beg of you."
And she became wild with impatience, and screamed out,
"I can wait no longer, go at once!"
And so off he went as well as he could for fright. And a dreadful storm arose, so that he could hardly keep his feet; and the houses and trees were blown down, and the mountains trembled, and rocks fell in the sea; the sky was quite black, and it thundered and lightened; and the waves, crowned with foam, ran mountains high. So he cried out, without being able to hear his own words,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"Well, what now?" said the flounder.
"Oh dear!" said the man, "she wants to order about the sun and moon."
"Go home with you!"said the flounder, "you will find her in the old hovel."
And there they are sitting to this very day.
Er was eens een visser en z'n vrouw, die zo arm waren, dat ze alleen maar in een pot konden wonen, vlak aan zee. De visser ging elke dag hengelen; en dan hengelde hij en hengelde hij maar.
Zo zat hij ook eens bij zijn hengel en keek steeds in 't blanke water, en hij keek en keek. Daar dook de dobber diep onder, en toen hij 'm ophaalde, had hij een grote bot. Toen zei de bot tegen 'm: "Hoor jij es visser," zei-d-ie, "laat me leven, een echte bot ben 'k toch niet, ik ben een betoverde prins. Wat had je eraan als je me dood maakte? Lekker ben ik toch niet, zet me weer in 't water en laat me zwemmen." - "Nou," zei de man, "zoveel woorden hoef je ook niet vuil te maken; een bot die praten kan, die zou 'k ook liever maar laten zwemmen."
Meteen zette hij de bot weer in 't blanke water, de bot dook onder en liet een lange streep bloed achter zich. Toen stond de visser op en ging naar z'n vrouw in de pot. "Man," zei de vrouw, "niks gevangen?" - "Nee, " zei de man, "een bot gevangen, die zei – een betoverde prins was-ie, toen liet ik 'm maar weer zwemmen." - "Heb je dan geen wens gedaan?" zei de vrouw. "Nee," zei de man, "wat zou ik nu wensen?" - "Ach," zei de vrouw, "wat is dat nou, altijd in zo'n pot te wonen, je had toch wel 'n vissershutje kunnen wensen. Kom ga ernaar toe, en roep 'm; zeg 'm, we wilden zo graag 'n klein hutje hebben – dat doet-ie vast." - "Ach," zei de man, "moet ik er dan weer op uit?" - "Och," zei de vrouw, "je had 'm toch gevangen, je hebt 'm weer laten zwemmen – hij doet 't vast. Vooruit, ga meteen." De man wou nog niet echt, maar hij wilde z'n vrouw ook niet tegenwerken, en daarom ging hij weer naar de zee.
Toen hij daar kwam, was de zee helemaal groen en geel en goor – niet meer zo blank als eerst. Hij ging er bij staan en zei:
"Mannetje, mannetje Timpe Te,
botje, botje in de zee,
mijn vrouwtje die heet Ilsebil,
ze wil niet zoals ik wil."
botje, botje in de zee,
mijn vrouwtje die heet Ilsebil,
ze wil niet zoals ik wil."
Daar kwam de bot aanzwemmen en zei: "Nou, wat wil ze dan?" - "Och," zei de man, "ik had je immers gevangen – nou zei m'n vrouw, ik had wat moeten wensen. Ze wou niet meer in die pot wonen. Ze wil 'n hut." - "Ga maar," zei de bot, "ze heeft 'm al." De man ging weer weg, en de vrouw zat niet meer in die pot, er stond nu een hut, en de vrouw zat voor de deur, op 'n bank. Toen nam z'n vrouw hem bij de hand en zei: "Kom d'r maar in; kijk, dat is toch veel beter." En ze gingen naar binnen, en in de hut was eerst een kleine gang, en een klein mooi kamertje en 'n opkamer en daar stond voor elk 'n bed, en d'r was een keuken en 'n kelder, alles op z'n mooist, en gereedschappen, tin, en koper, en alles wat er bij hoort. En d'r achter een plaatsje met kippen en eenden, en nog 'n tuintje met groente en vruchtbomen. "Nou?" zei de vrouw, "is 't niet mooi?" - "Ja," zei de man, "zo moet 't blijven, dan kunnen we echt gezellig leven." - "Dat kan je denken," zei de vrouw. En ze aten wat en gingen naar bed. Zo ging het acht dagen, en veertien dagen. Toen zei de vrouw: "Hoor es man. Dat hutje is nauw en 't plaatsje en de tuin zijn maar erg klein, die bot had ons best een groter huis kunnen geven. Ik zou wel in een mooi stenen slot willen wonen; kom, ga naar de bot, die moet ons een slot geven." - "Och vrouw," zei de man, "die hut is groot genoeg, wat willen wij nou in een kasteel doen." - "Ach wat," zei de vrouw, "ga nou maar, de bot kan dat zeker wel." - "Nee vrouw," zei de man, "die bot heeft ons nou al die hut gegeven, ik wil nou niet weer aankloppen, de bot mocht es boos worden." - "Ga toch!" zei de vrouw, "hij kan 't immers goed en doet 't graag, ga jij nou maar." De man z'n hart werd zwaar, hij wou niet, hij zei bij zichzelf, "'t Is niet in orde." Maar eindelijk ging hij toch. Toen hij aan de zee kwam, was het water helemaal violet en donkerblauw en grauw en dik, en helemaal niet meer zo groen en geel als de vorige maal. Hij ging staan en zei:
"Mannetje, mannetje Timpe Te,
botje, botje in de zee,
mijn vrouwtje die heet Ilsebil,
ze wil niet zoals ik wil."
botje, botje in de zee,
mijn vrouwtje die heet Ilsebil,
ze wil niet zoals ik wil."
"Nou, wat wil ze dan?" zei de bot. "Ach," zei de man half bedroefd: "ze wil in een groot stenen slot wonen." - "Ga maar, ze staat al voor de deur," zei de bot. Toen ging de man terug en dacht dat hij naar huis ging – en toen hij er kwam, stond de vrouw voor een groot stenen paleis, en de vrouw stond bovenop de trappen en wou binnengaan, ze nam hem bij de hand en zei: "Ga mee naar binnen." En hij ging mee naar binnen en in 't slot was 'n groot deel met marmeren tegels bevloerd, en er waren veel bedienden, die de grote deuren open hielden, en de wanden waren allemaal blank met mooie tapijten behangen en in de kamer stonden louter gouden stoelen en tafels, en kristallen kroonluchters hingen aan de balken, en al de zalen en kamers hadden vloerkleden, en eten en beste wijn stond op de tafels, die bijna bezweken onder de zwaarte. En achter 't slot was een grote hof met een koeienstal en 'n paardenstal en koetsen, en een grote prachtige tuin, met de mooiste bloemen en vruchten, en een park van 'n halve mijl met herten en reeën en hazen en alles wat men zich maar wensen kon. "Nou," zei de vrouw, "is dat niet mooi?" - "Och ja," zei de man, "zo zal 't ook blijven, en nu zullen wij in dit mooie slot wonen en tevreden zijn." - "Daar zullen we 's over denken," zei de vrouw, "en er een nachtje over slapen." En zo gingen ze naar bed. De volgende morgen werd de vrouw eerst wakker, 't was net dag, en ze zag uit haar bed 't heerlijke land voor zich liggen. De man rekte zich nog uit, toen stootte ze hem met haar elleboog in de zij en sprak: "Man, sta op en kijk 't raam uit. Zeg, kunnen wij niet koning worden over dat heerlijke land? Ga naar de bot, zeg dat we koning willen zijn." - "Och vrouw!" zei de man, "wat wouen wij koning zijn! Ik wil geen koning zijn." - "Nou," zei de vrouw, "wil jij geen koning zijn, ik wil koning zijn. Ga naar de bot en zeg 'm: ik wil koning zijn." - "Ach vrouw," zei de man, "wat moet jij koning zijn? Dat wil ik niet eens zeggen." - "Waarom niet?" zei de vrouw – "ga dadelijk, ik moet en ik zal koning zijn." Toen ging de man heen en hij was heel verdrietig, dat zijn vrouw koning wou worden. "Dat is niet goed en het klopt niet," dacht hij. En hij wou niet gaan. Maar hij ging toch. En toen hij bij de zee kwam, was de zee helemaal grijsgrauw en zwart en dik, en 't water kwam van onder naar boven en 't stonk ook. Toen ging hij staan en zei:
"Mannetje, mannetje Timpe Te,
botje, botje in de zee,
mijn vrouwtje die heet Ilsebil,
ze wil niet zoals ik wil."
botje, botje in de zee,
mijn vrouwtje die heet Ilsebil,
ze wil niet zoals ik wil."
"Nou, wat wil ze dan?" zei de bot. "Ach," zei de man, "ze wil koning worden." - "Ga maar terug, ze is het al," zei de bot.
Toen ging de man terug. En toen hij er kwam was het slot veel groter, met een grote toren en allerlei versiersels, en een schildwacht voor de deur en soldaten en pauken en trommels. En toen hij 't huis binnen ging, was alles van zuiver marmer en puur goud, en fluwelen dekens en gouden kwasten. Daar gingen de deuren van de zaal open en de vrouw zat op een gouden troon met diamanten en ze had een grote kroon op en 'n scepter van goud en aan beide zijden stonden een rij van kamerjuffers, de één een hoofd kleiner dan de vorige. Toen ging hij voor haar staan en zei: "Och vrouw, ben jij nou koning?" - "Ja," zei de vrouw, "nou ben ik koning." Toen bleef hij zo staan en keek haar aan, en toen hij een hele poos gekeken had, zei hij: "Och vrouw wat staat dat prachtig, dat je nou koning bent. Nu moeten we ook niets meer wensen." - "Nee man," zei de vrouw en ze werd onrustig, "mij valt de tijd zo lang, ik kan het niet meer uithouden. Ga naar de bot, koning ben ik, nou moet ik ook keizer worden." - "Ach vrouw," zei de man, "waarom wil jij nu keizer worden?" - "Man," zei ze, "ga naar de bot, ik wil keizer zijn." - "Ach vrouw," zei de man, "keizer kan hij je niet maken, ik mag dat niet aan de bot vragen, keizer is er maar één in het rijk, keizer kan de bot je niet maken, dat kan niet, dat kan hij niet." - "Wat?" zei ze. "ik ben de koning en jij bent mijn man, wil je dadelijk gaan? Ga dadelijk, als hij mij koning kan maken, dan kan hij mij ook keizer maken; ik zal en ik wil keizer zijn: ga er heen." Toen moest hij wel gaan. Toen de man ging, werd hij erg bang, en onder 't gaan dacht hij bij zichzelf: "Dat gaat niet goed, dat gaat nooit goed, keizer dat is onbeschaamd, de bot zal 't eindelijk moe worden." Zodra hij aan zee kwam, werd de zee helemaal zwart en dik en begon van onderen te koken, dat er bellen kwamen, en er ging een wind over zo dat de zee kolkte, en de man huiverde. Hij ging staan en zei:
"Mannetje, mannetje Timpe Te,
botje, botje in de zee,
mijn vrouwtje die heet Ilsebil,
ze wil niet zoals ik wil."
botje, botje in de zee,
mijn vrouwtje die heet Ilsebil,
ze wil niet zoals ik wil."
"Nou, wat wil ze dan?" zei de bot. "Och bot," zei hij, "mijn vrouw wil keizer worden." - "Ga maar heen," zei de bot, "ze is het al."
Toen ging de man terug en toen hij weer bij 't slot kwam, wat 't hele slot van gepolijst marmer met albasten beelden en gouden versiersels. Voor de deur marcheerden soldaten en ze bliezen op trompetten en sloegen pauken en trommels; boven in huis wandelden baronnen heen en weer en graven en hertogen gingen als bedienden rond, ze openden voor hem deuren die van louter goud waren. En toen hij binnenkwam, zat z'n vrouw op een gouden troon, twee mijl hoog, en ze had een gouden kroon op van drie el hoog met briljanten en karbonkels bezet, in de ene hand de scepter en in de andere de rijksappel en links en recht drie rijen van trawanten, ieder iets kleiner dan die naast hem stond, van de allergrootste reus af die twee mijl hoog was, tot de allerkleinste dwerg toe, die was zo groot als mijn pink. En vóór haar allemaal vorsten en hertogen. Daar ging de man tussen staan en zei: "Vrouw – en ben je nou keizer?" - "Ja," zei ze, "keizer ben ik." Daar ging hij staan en bleef haar goed aankijken, en toen hij een poos gekeken had zei hij: "Ach vrouw, wat ben je mooi, nu je keizer bent." - "Man," zei ze, "wat sta je daar? Ik ben nu keizer, maar nu wil ik ook paus worden, ga naar de bot." - "Ach vrouw," zei de man, "wat wou je nou? Paus kan je niet worden, paus is er maar één in de hele christenheid, dat kan hij je toch niet maken!" - "Man," zei ze, "paus wil ik worden, ga dadelijk, ik moet vandaag nog paus worden." - "Nee vrouw," zei de man, "dat mag ik niet zeggen, dat gaat nooit goed, dat is te grof; paus kan de bot je niet maken." - "Man, zeur niet!" zei de vrouw, "wie mij keizer kan maken, die kan mij ook paus maken. Ga dadelijk, ik ben de keizer en jij bent maar mijn man, wil je wel eens dadelijk gaan?" Toen werd hij bang en ging er heen, en hij was eerst wat flauw, zo sidderend en bevend, en de knieën en de dijen waren hem zo wankel. En er ging zo 'n wind over 't land, en de wolken vlogen, toen de schemer kwam – de bladeren waaiden van de bomen, en 't water kolkte en bruiste, en 't sloeg tegen 't strand, en van verre zag hij de schepen moeilijk varen en dobberen op de golven, en dansen en springen. Toch was de hemel in 't midden nog een beetje blauw, maar in 't Zuiden trok het zo rossig op als echt zwaar weer. Toen ging hij ineengedoken staan in zijn angst en zei:
"Mannetje, mannetje Timpe Te,
botje, botje in de zee,
mijn vrouwtje die heet Ilsebil,
ze wil niet zoals ik wil."
botje, botje in de zee,
mijn vrouwtje die heet Ilsebil,
ze wil niet zoals ik wil."
"Wat wil ze dan nog?" zei de bot. "Ach," zuchtte de man, "paus wil ze worden." - "Ga maar, ze is het al," zei de bot.
Toen ging hij weg, en toen hij terug kwam, was er een grote kerk, omgeven door paleizen. Hij drong zich door de menigte heen; van binnen was alles met duizend en nog eens duizenden lichten verlicht, en zijn vrouw was gekleed in zuiver goud, en ze zat op een nog veel hogere troon, en ze had drie grote gouden kronen op, en om haar heen waren er zoveel geestelijken en prelaten, en aan beide kanten stonden twee rijen van kaarsen, de grootste zo dik en zo groot als de allergrootste toren, tot aan het allerkleinste keukenlicht toe, en alle keizers en koningen lagen ervoor op hun knieën en kusten haar pantoffel. "Vrouw," zei de man en keek haar recht aan: "ben jij nu paus?" - "Jawel," zei ze, "ik ben paus." Toen ging hij staan en keek haar recht aan, en het was of hij in de felle zon keek. En toen hij daar een poos naar gekeken had, zei hij: "Och vrouw, wat is dat mooi, datje nou paus bent!" Ze zat in de hoogte, heel stijf, als een boom, en verroerde zich niet. Toen zei hij: "Vrouw, wees nu tevreden, nu je de paus bent, nu kan je toch niets meer worden." - "Daar zal ik nog eens over denken," zei de vrouw. En toen gingen ze samen naar bed, maar tevreden was ze toch niet, en de gierigheid hield haar wakker, ze dacht aldoor wat ze nu nog worden kon. De man sliep heel goed en vast, hij had die dag veel gelopen maar de vrouw kon maar niet inslapen en dacht steeds aan wat ze nog zou kunnen worden en ze gooide zich van de ene zij op de andere, en ze kon toch niets meer bedenken. Toen zou de zon weer opgaan en op 't ogenblik dat ze het morgenrood zag, richtte ze zich in bed overeind en keek in 't licht, en toen ze door het venster de zon zag opgaan, zei ze: "Wacht, kan ik niet ook de zon en de maan laten opgaan?" - "Man," zei ze en ze stootte hem met haar ellebogen in zijn ribben, "wordt es wakker, en sta op en ga naar de bot: ik wil net worden als onze lieve Heer." De man sliep nog half, maar hij schrok toch zo, dat hij het bed uit viel. Hij meende dat hij het verkeerd had verstaan, en hij wreef z'n ogen uit en gaapte: "Och vrouw, wat zei je?" - "Man," zei ze, "als ik zelf de zon en de maan niet kan laten opgaan en ik moet dat maar lijdelijk aanzien, dat de zon en de maan opgaan, dan kan ik 't niet uithouden en ik heb geen rustig ogenblik meer, dat ik 't zelf niet ben die ze laat opgaan." Toen zag ze hem zo verschrikkelijk aan, dat 't hem koud over de rug liep. "Ga dadelijk en zeg dat ik net wil worden als onze lieve Heer." - "Maar vrouw," zei de man en hij viel voor haar op de knieën, dat kan de bot immers niet! Keizer en paus heeft hij je kunnen maken, ik bid je, kom tot je zelf en blijf paus!" Daar kreeg ze een aanval van woede, haar haren vlogen wild om haar hoofd, ze trok haar jak los, schopte hem en schreeuwde: "Ik kan 't niet uithouden en ik kan 't niet langer uithouden, versta je?" en toen slipte hij in z'n broek en holde weg in angst. Buiten ging de storm en loeide, zodat hij nauwelijks op zijn voeten kon staan; huizen en bomen woeien om, de bergen sidderden, rotsblokken vielen in zee, en de hemel was helemaal pikzwart, en 't onweerde en bliksemde en de zee ging in hoge zwarte golven als bergen en als kerktorens, en ze hadden een witte kroon op van schuim. Daar schreeuwde hij en hij kon zijn eigen woorden niet eens verstaan:
"Mannetje, mannetje Timpe Te,
botje, botje in de zee,
mijn vrouwtje die heet Ilsebil,
ze wil niet zoals ik wil."
botje, botje in de zee,
mijn vrouwtje die heet Ilsebil,
ze wil niet zoals ik wil."
"Nou, wat wil ze dan?" zei de bot. "Ach," zei hij, "zij wil worden – net als onze lieve Heer." - "Ga maar terug, ze zit alweer in jullie oude potje."
En daar zitten ze nog tot op deze dag.