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When the fisherman went home to his wife in the pigsty, he told

her how he had caught a great fish, and how it had told him it

was an enchanted prince, and how, on hearing it speak, he had let

it go again. 'Did not you ask it for anything?' said the wife,

'we live very wretchedly here, in this nasty dirty pigsty; do go

back and tell the fish we want a snug little cottage.'

The fisherman did not much like the business: however, he went to

the seashore; and when he came back there the water looked all

yellow and green. And he stood at the water's edge, and said:

'O man of the sea! Hearken to me! My wife Ilsabill Will have her

own will, And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee!'