flower-pot, according to his master's orders, and seeing this pretty
piece of work, he had like to have died of terror. Then, biting his
nails with vexation, he set to work, gathered up the remains of the
flesh and bones that were left, and scraping the blood from the
floor, he piled them all up in a heap in the pot; and having watered
it, he made the bed, locked the door, put the key under the door,
and taking to his heels ran away out of the town.

When the Prince came back from the chase, he pulled the silken
string and rung the little bell; but ring as he would it was all lost
time; he might sound the tocsin, and ring till he was tired, for the
fairy gave no heed. So he went straight to the chamber, and not
having patience to call the chamberlain and ask for the key, he
gave the lock a kick, burst open the door, went in, opened the
window, and seeing the myrtle stript of its leaves, he fell to
making a most doleful lamentation, crying, shouting, and bawling,
"O wretched me! unhappy me! O miserable me! Who has played
me this trick? and who has thus trumped my card? O ruined,
banished, and undone prince! O my leafless myrtle! my lost fairy!
O my wretched life! my joys vanished into smoke! my pleasures
turned to vinegar! What will you do, unhappy man! Leap quickly
over this ditch! You have fallen from all happiness, and will you
not cut your throat? You are robbed of every treasure! You are
expelled from life, and do you not go mad? Where are you? where
are you, my myrtle? And what soul more hard than marble has
destroyed this beautiful flower-pot? O cursed chase, that has
chased me from all happiness! Alas! I am done for, I am
overthrown, I am ruined, I have ended my days; it is not possible
for me to get through life without my life; I must stretch my legs,
since without my love sleep will be lamentation, food, poison,