The Prince.
I put my armour on,
Thinking on what they said:
'Thou art a king's own son,
'Tis fit that thou should'st wed.'
The Witch.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair!
Rapunzel.
See on the marble parapet,
I lean my brow, strive to forget
That fathoms below my hair grows wet
With the dew, my golden hair.
The Prince.
I rode throughout the town,
Men did not bow the head,
Though I was the king's own son:
He rides to dream, they said.
The Witch.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Wind up your hair!