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Cupid and Psyche Script
1. EXT. CENTER STAGE. SPOTLIGHT (Psyche).
Psyche is sitting on a chair (alone and lonely)
Is this gift a curse? I never wished for this beauty!
My only desire is to love and to be loved… (Sigh)
(Spotlight expanding) People visits her to give gifts and praise
Man # 1
O Great Beauty… Accept this humble present from us, your faithful servants
(Psyche refuses the gift)
I cannot accept this gift because i do not deserve to be worshipped
I am not a goddess! (Higher tone)
Man # 2
But … your splendour cannot be compared with what Venus has
2. EXT. UPPER LEFT SIDE. SPOTLIGHT (Venus).
Venus walking back and forth (worried and mad)
Venus (SARCASTIC but Calm)
I? The goddess of love and BEAUTY? Cannot be compared to a mere mortal like her?
I am insulted… VERY Insulted!!!
(Sits on her throne)
Very well… She leaves me with no other choice…
I’m still the goddess of love and beauty after all… (Chuckle)
EXT. UPPER RIGHT STAGE. Spotlight.
(Cupid playing with his arrows)
Venus (sweet and persuading tone)
Cupid, my beloved son, an act of your kindness is what I needed now…
(Cupid bows down)
I am grateful that you have come to me…
(Cupid stands up)
VENUS (cheerful and devious)
I need you to use your power… The power to make anyone…
Fall in love with any person…
Well… I can do that…
But this time is different… You need to make her fall in love with most despicable
Creature in the entire universe…
There’s no problem in that… so where is this lady you are talking about…
(Venus pointed at Psyche [make yourself pretty]) (2 spotlights)
She is Psyche… Then, I’ll leave it all up to you
Venus fled away. Cupid is speechless and has fallen into his knees.
4. INT. CENTER STAGE. PSYCHE’S HOUSE.
I’m tired of this life… I’m tired of being admired instead of being loved.
I need Love! I want Love!
Psyche’s father enters
PSYCHE’S FATHER (troubled)
I don’t know how or what are you feeling right now…
But I am sure that you are in great pain
He hugs Psyche
PSYCHE’S FATHER (determined)
And so… I must travel to Apollo’s oracle and asks what we need to do…
Wait for me and I’ll bring the joy of your life…
Psyche nods. Father left.
5. INT. CENTER STAGE. PSYCHE’S HOUSE.
Psyche’s father enters (depressed)
And? what did it tell you?
The or… (Gulp) the oracle told me…that…
That you should be dressed in the deepest mourning…
Then, we should leave you on the summit of a rocky hill…
Psyche forced herself to smile
Is that all? Then, I shouldn’t be standing here…
I should get ready to meet my future spouse!
Psyche tried to run into her room
WAIT! I’m not yet finished… Your Future husband is not a human…
But a fearful winged serpent!
All was shocked
SISTER # 1
Psyche, you should stop this! It will only give you a greater pain…
Your sister is right… I won’t hand you to a despicable creature!
PSYCHE (Sad smile)
You are wrong! This is the end of my lifelong suffering!
Rejoice for me for I have found my destiny…
They hugged together.
6. EXT. UPPER RIGHT SIDE STAGE. HILLTOP.
Psyche sat on hilltop. (Trembling with fear). Zephyr slowly lifts her up.
Then, gently lands her on a grassy meadow.
Whoa… it’s better than my bed back home… (Yawn)
Psyche slowly fell into a deep sleep.
Woke up in front of Cupid’s mansion.
VOICE # 1
Lady Psyche, Welcome to your new Home!
Who are you? What do you want from me?
VOICE # 2
Do not be afraid, my lady, we are your most faithful servants…
We were trained to fulfil your desires.
VOIICE # 3
We know that you are tired and starving, my lady…
So we prepared a feast for you.
Psyche sat on the chair, and enjoys the most delicious food she ever tasted.
7. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM
Psyche sits on their bed.
When will my husband come? Did he really want me?
Am I not qualified to be his wife?
VOICE # 2
Relax my lady; I assure you he will come…
VOICE # 3
He will be coming soon… Very soon…
Psyche lied down and slept. (Spotlight Cupid) Cupid lies down beside Psyche and hugs her.
Welcome home, my dearest wife…
Psyche slowly opens her eyes (half). She smiled.
Play the Recorded Voice Over.
I knew it… he is not a horrible creature… His warm hands are the evident…
Psyche grabs the hands of Cupid from behind.
8. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM.
Psyche is sitting on their bed. Brushing her hair.
Psyche, I’ve come here to warn you to a great danger you’ll face…
What danger? Explain it to me so I can avoid it…
The danger is your sisters.
They will come to the hill where you disappeared to mourn for you.
My sisters are not… and will never bring me harm! (Higher tone)
So please, grant me this wish to see my dear sisters.
I want to let them know that I am safe and happy in your care.
You will bring yourself to your own destruction.
It will never be!
I’ll let you see your sister, but promise me this…
Don’t be persuaded by anyone to try to see me.
I solemnly promise… I am so grateful for granting me this favour.
Psyche smiled and slept.
9. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S LIVING ROOM.
Psyche and her two sisters saw each other and tightly hugged together.
SISTER # 2
Psyche, we miss you so much… we thought something terrible happened to you…
SISTER # 1
We are so glad that you are still alive…. and still… beautiful…
(Chuckled) Well… I was scared at first but after knowing my husband….
The fright that I felt changed into love…
SISTER # 1 (day dreaming)
So how was he? Gorgeous? Muscular? Or Charming?
Well… um… he is a young man…um… he is now away for… umm…
For a Hunting expedition!
Psyche acted strange and secretive.
It’s getting late, you should go now…
Psyche handed some jewels and gold.
Here, accept these as a present from me and from my husband.
The sisters left and Psyche was relieved to be alone. ALL was dark.
10. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM.
CUPID [VOICE] (desperate)
Psyche, I beg you…Please stop this nuisance…
I f this continues, we both suffer and you will never ever see me again…
But we have done nothing wrong to bring you harm…
If we continue arguing, then this will be harmful for the both of us!
CUPID [VOICE] (lax)
Psyche, do what you want but don’t blame me if something happens.
11. EXT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S MANSION.
The two sisters were waiting for Psyche and plotting their evil scheme.
Psyche came and hugged her sisters.
Thank you for coming and filling these lonely hours for me.
SISTER # 1
Lonely hours? Why? Where is your husband?
Um… he is still in the hunting expedition…
SISTER # 2
I see… well my husband and I like hunting; we might bump into each other someday.
How does he look like?
Well… I’m bad in describing people so I don’t know how to describe him,
SISTER # 2
Then, how about his name?
PSYCHE (almost crying)
His name…. Na…. me…. is… I don’t know…. I don’t know his name…
Psyche loudly cried. And has fallen into her knees.
SISTER # 1(fake concern)
Oh my, he might be the one that the oracle is talking about.
SISTER # 2 (deep tone)
The fearful winged serpent!
Psyche pulled one of her sister’s legs.
NO! He can’t be… He is gentle and sweet!
SISTER # 1
How would you know? You never met him. It must be a disguise to trick you.
Psyche let go of her sister’s leg. Sister # 2 will help her get up.
SISTER # 2
Psyche, don’t be sad. There is a way that you can see his true nature!
What? What is it?
They whisper the plan to Psyche. Psyche looked sad after hearing it.
12. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM.
Psyche is lying in her bed. Cupid came and slept beside Psyche. Voice over Playing.
PSYCHE (THOUGHT) [confused]
Should I do it? Should I?
What if? Just what if it’s true? Will I be able to handle the truth?
I wanted to be with him forever! But I wanted to see him so much!
I want to see his smile…. his eyes… his everything… (Descending tone)
Psyche slowly stands up. Took the lamp. (Spotlight: Cupid). Took out the dagger.
Psyche looked at Cupid and stare (teary eyes)
He … he is my husband?
Not a horrifying creature… but the most stunning I have ever seen…
She dropped the dagger. Psyche slowly reached for Cupid’s face.
One touch… one touch will be enough!!!
Some hot oil from the lamp dropped on Cupid’s shoulder. Cupid woke up. Psyche gently touch Cupid.
Oh no! Are you alright? Does it hurt?
Cupid pushed Psyche away.
Don’t touch me! You betrayed me and disobey me!
Why didn’t you believe me that they will bring us harm?
Don’t you trust me, your husband?
PSYCHE (scared and worried)
I’m sorry… I’m sorry…
I got confused… and… And… I didn’t know what I should do…
And… And… I don’t know… I just want to see you!!!
Cupid runs away.
Love cannot live if there is no trust!
The god of love? Cupid?
Psyche loudly cried. (Shivers)
He was my husband… and wretch that I am for not believing him…
I s he gone forever? Will I never see him again?
What should I do? I want him back!!! I want him back…
PSYCHE stood up.
I’ll bring him back… even if it takes a lifetime!
13. EXT. RIGHT SIDE. VENUS’ TEMPLE.
Psyche offers some gifts to the statue of Venus. Voice over playing.
I know this is not a good plan, but it might work.
He might be at his mother’s. There is a greater possibility that we’ll meet again
Psyche prayed to Venus.
O great goddess. I brought you destruction… but hear me out and I’ll be your servant!
When she was about to return, Venus appeared in front of her.
Finally, I have met the devious mortal that put shame in my family.
It wasn’t my intention…
Venus looked at her angrily. Psyche bows her head.
Why are you here? Aren’t my son enough for you?
Do you still want to hurt other with you bewitched beauty?
Wait! You misunderstood me. I never wanted this beauty in the first place!
How dare you! You aren’t grateful for the gift that the heaven bestowed unto you?
You disgust me!
Psyche looked ashamed
Something must be done with that ill mannered attitude of yours!
I’ll discipline you with most diligent and painful training.
Venus smiled and laughed wickedly. She left and Psyche followed her.
14. INT. LEFT SIDE. Closed ROOM.
Venus and Psyche entered the room. Venus pointed at the sacks in the corner.
Those sacks are filled with different kinds of seeds…
You must sort them out by nightfall….
By nightfall? I can’t do it all alone…
It will take days or even months to sort them out!
It’s not my problem… I mean, this is for your own sake…
Venus departed. Psyche is “playing” with the seeds.
PSYCHE (helpless then determined)
What do I need to do? (Sigh)
But I shouldn’t give up; I must try hard for Cupid.
ANT #1 (squeaky voice)
Psyche… Psyche… look down!
Ants? Little ants? Are you here to help me?
ANTS # 2
We are at you service, our Lady. It is our pleasure to help a great beauty like you…
Thank you… oh… thank you very much!!! I’ll never forget you my little ones…
The ants Helped Psyche in sorting the seeds. Morning came.
The ants went away after sorting. Venus came.
How… How… How did you do it? Someone help you right?
Aaaaaa…. It’s a secret… (Chuckled)
VENUS (Sarcastic warning)
So this task is easy for you, but the next is harder so be careful…
EXT. LEFT SIDE. RIVERBANK.
Venus and Psyche are standing at the riverbank.
I need you to fetch me some wool!
Then wool it is!
Not just any wool but Shining Golden wool!!! Down there near the riverbank.
Go now and I don’t like waiting.
Venus pushed her a little and went away. Psyche stared at her reflection.
I talk too much, I thought that I can do everything but I can’t… arghh!!!
Dying! Dying will end my suffering!
Wait! You mustn’t drown yourself!
Indeed your life is miserable but it will end.
Before this, you need to accomplish this task.
Psyche wipe off her tears and listen to the reed.
Wait until the sun sets, the sheep will rest beside the river that is your chance to
Get the wool stuck on the briars.
Thank you my dear friend!! I owe you!!!
Psyche did what she was told. She went back to Venus.
16. INT. BACK CENTER STAGE. VENUS’ MANSION.
Psyche gave Venus the golden wool!
So these tasks are easy for you? then beware of the next one!
It is very impossible for a mortal to accomplish this task.
Psyche looked worried. Venus threw the flask to Psyche. Psyche caught the flask.
VENUS (devious tone)
You need that for this job. I need you to fill that with black water from that hill.
That water is the source of the most fearful river, the river Styx!
But I can’t reach it. It’s too high for me? How will I get some water?
Well… it’s for you to found out!
17. EXT. BACK RIGH STAGE. FALLS.
Psyche was staring at the falls and tries to figure out how she can fill the flask.
The stones are sharp so I can’t climb up…
I mean I know someone will help me with this task but what will it be?
An eagle soar towards Psyche. Psyche sat at the back of the eagle. The eagle flew towards the fall. Psyche filled the flask with black water.
Thank you my big friend!!! I can’t do it without you.
18. INT. BACK CENTER STAGE. VENUS’ MANSION.
Psyche gave the flask to Venus. Venus accepts it.
This will be your final task!
Go to the underworld and ask Persephone if she could lend me some of her beauty.
Venus gave the box to Psyche.
You will carry her beauty with this.
What will I tell her if she asks why?
Tell her that… that… um… I am so worn-out from nursing my beloved Cupid…
Psyche went on to find the road to Hades.
19. EXT. LEFT SIDE. TOWER.
A man approached Psyche.
You are looking for the roads to Hades right?
Yes, I do! Do you know how to get there?
Yes, of course… But before I tell you the directions, you need this penny and this cake.
Guide gave Psyche the penny and the cake.
What will I do with these?
These are you gate passes. You give the penny to Charon,
He will lead you to Proserpine’s mansion.
And at the mansion, you’ll encounter a three-headed dog called Cerberus.
You will give this piece of cake to it so that he will let you pass the gate.
Phew… I’m scared but ready… so where should I head to…
The guide showed Psyche how she will get there.
20. INT. WHOLE STAGE. FROM LEFT TO RIGHT. UNDERWORLD.
Psyche rode the boat led by Charon. Passed the gate guarded by Cerberus. She met Proserpine.
Goddess of the underworld, I am here on behalf of Venus.
She needed your help. She needs to restore her beauty.
Her beauty was drained because of nursing his son.
Wel… I am delighted to help the goddess of Beauty.
Proserpine held the box and slowly move it towards her face. She closed the box,.
Gave it back to Psyche.
Thnak you… Thank you for this great help…
She rushed towards back to the upper world.
What if I use some of this beauty charm?…
i looked so weary and Cupid might not love me anymore if i look like this.
Psyche opened the box and was surprised that nothing was there.
Then a lanquor took over her and fell into deep sleep.
Cupid flew out from the window of he palace.
Saw Psyche and flew towards her.
Relax, my dear for I am here beside you.
Cupid touched Psyche’s eyes and put the sleep back in the box.
Then he took one of his arrows and pricked Psyche. Psyche woke up. They hugged each other.
You fool, why did you hav to do that? Do you know how worried I am?
I’m sorry… I’m sorry… Please don’t leave me again… Stay by my side…
I won’t ever…so come to me… and all our sufferings will end.
21. INT. WHOLE STAGE. OLYMPIA.
Cupid and Psyche were rushing towards Jupiter. Bows down to Jupiter
Grant me this great favour. Let us live a happy marriage life.
Let us become one with blessing you’ll bestow unto us.
Even though you brought me great harm in the past for making me fall in love
Over and over again, but I cannot refuse your desire. So do not be worried.
Jupiter stood up.
I declare to all of you that with my blessing I pronounce Cupid and Psyche as husband
and wife. No one shall ever interrupt their marriage or you shall face me and my thunderbolts.
The gods and goddesses whisper to each other.
There won’t be any complaints if Psyche was immortal, right?
Then, Hermes, bring me the ambrosia and I’ll bestow immortality to this young lady.
Hermes gave the ambrosia to Psyche. Psyche tasted it and she became immortal.
Cupid and Psyche hugged each other.
We will now be together forever. Nothing will stand between our love.
What about your mother? Will she accept me?
Venus walked towards them.
I accept you! You are the love of my son so I don’t have any choice but to accept you.
And… its because you are a goddess now that i agree on your marriage.
Cupid, Psyche and Venus hugged each other.
Spotlight ; Cupid and Psyche. Still Hugging each other.
Cupis, You are the LOVE of my life.
Psyche, You are my SOUL. I can’t live without you.
Cupid and Psyche looked at each other and slowly moving their face towards each other.
(one inch away—black out—Closed Curtains)
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fairy tale stHigh above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.
He was very much admired indeed.'He is as beautiful as a weathercock,' remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic taste; 'only not quite so useful,' he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.
'Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?' asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. 'The Happy Prince never 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 they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks, and their clean white pinafores.
'How do you know?' said the Mathematical Master, 'you have never seen one.'
'Ah! but we have, in our dreams,' answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.
One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had 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 her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.
'Shall I love you said the Swallow', who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.
'It is a ridiculous attachment,' twittered the other Swallows, 'she has no money, and far too many relations;' and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came, they all flew away.
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 that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.' And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtsies. I admit that she is domestic,' he continued, 'but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.'
'Will you come away with me?' he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.
'You have been trifling with me,' he cried, 'I am off to the Pyramids. 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 made preparations.'
Then he saw the statue on the tall column. 'I will put up there,' he cried; 'it is a fine position with plenty of fresh air.' So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.
'I have a golden bedroom,' he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing, a large drop of water fell on him.'What a curious thing!' he cried, 'there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to 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?' he said; 'I must look for a good chimney-pot,' and he determined to fly away.
But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw - Ah! what did he see?
The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight 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 quite drenched me.'
'When I was alive and had a human heart,' answered the statue, 'I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans-Souci where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep.'
'What, is he not solid gold?' said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.
'Far away,' continued the statue in a low musical voice,'far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-fowers 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 of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.'
'I am waited for in Egypt,' said the Swallow. 'My friends are flying 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 in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves.'
'Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,' said the Prince,'will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, 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, the miller's sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect.'
But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. 'It is very cold here,' he said 'but I will stay with you for 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 angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. 'How wonderful the stars are,' he said to her,'and how wonderful is the power of love!' 'I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball,' she answered; 'I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy.'
He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman's thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy's forehead with his wings. 'How cool I feel,' said the boy, 'I must be getting better;' and he sank into a delicious slumber.
Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. 'It is curious,' he remarked, 'but I feel quite warm now, 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 a remarkable phenomenon,' said the Professor of Omithology as he was passing over the bridge. 'A swallow in winter!' And he wrote a long 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 high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, 'What a distinguished stranger!' so he enjoyed himself very much.
When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. 'Have you any commissions for Egypt?' he cried; 'I am just starting.'
'Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,' said the Prince, 'will you not stay with me one night longer?'
'I am waited for in Egypt,' answered the Swallow. To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water's edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.'
'Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,' said the Prince,'far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips 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, but he 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, who really had a good heart. 'Shall I take him another ruby?'
'Alas! I have no ruby now,' said the Prince; 'my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play.'
'Dear Prince,' said the Swallow,'I cannot do that;' and he began to weep.
'Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,' said the Prince, 'do as I command you.'
So the Swallow plucked out the Prince's eye, and flew away to the student's garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole 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 hear the flutter of the bird's wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.
'I am beginning to be appreciated,' he cried; 'this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play,' and he looked quite happy.
The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. 'Heave a-hoy!' they shouted as each chest came up. 'I am going to Egypt!' cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.
'I am come to bid you good-bye,' he cried.
'Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,' said the Prince,'will you not stay with me one night longer?'
'It is winter,' answered the Swallow, and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.
'In the square below,' said the Happy Prince, 'there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, 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 I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.'
'Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,' said the Prince, 'do as I command 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 palm of 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,' he said, 'so I will stay with you always.'
'No, little Swallow,' said the poor Prince, 'you must go away to Egypt.'
'I will stay with you always,' said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince's feet.
All the next day he sat on the Prince's shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself, and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.
'Dear little Swallow,' said the Prince, 'you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there.'
So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another's arms to try and keep themselves warm. 'How hungry we are' 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 it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy.'
Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children's faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. 'We have bread nod' they cried.
Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.
The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker's door when the baker was not looking, and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.
But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince's shoulder once more.'Good-bye, dear Prince!' 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 kiss me on the lips, for I love you.'
'It is not to Egypt that I am going,' said the Swallow. I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?'
And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.
At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost.
Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: 'Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!' he said.
'How shabby indeed!' cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor, and they went up to look at it.
'The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,' said the Mayor; 'in fact, he is little better than a beggar!'
'Little better than a beggar,' said the Town Councillors.
'And there is actually a dead bird at his feet,' continued the Mayor. 'We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.' And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.
So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. 'As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful,' said the Art Professor at the University.
Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. 'We must have another statue, of course,' he said, 'and it shall be a statue of myself.'
'Of myself,' said each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.
'What a strange thing!' said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry.'This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away.' So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.
'Bring me the two most precious things in the city,' said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.
'You have rightly chosen,' said God,'for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.'ories
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CHRISTMAS CAROLING SOLICITATION LETTER
Dear Sir / Ma’am:
The Yuletide season is now in our midst. It opens joy and happiness in the hearts of people. Christmas has also become for us a time to share the blessings our Lord has showered us.
In accordance with this, the Cuartel Football Community would like to hold a Christmas caroling on each of your houses to solicit any assistance that you can provide us in our endeavor to help our club to raise funds for the betterment of it, so as to continue to promote the value of health and fitness among the everyone interested, especially among the youth. We would be very grateful to receive your donation, in cash or in kind.
Let us redeem the true meaning of Christmas and understand the spirit of giving and sharing. Let us then appreciate the significance of Jesus’ birth- even now and years later.
Thanking you in anticipation.
On behalf of Cuartel Football Community, we wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Cuartel Football Community Members
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