Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devils foot; Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be'st born to strange sights, Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights Till Age snow white hairs on thee; Thou, when thou return'st wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear No where Lives a woman true and fair.
If thou find'st one let me know; Such a pilgrimage were sweet. Yet do not; I would not go, Though at next door we might meet. Though she were true when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two or three.The terms of the curse have all been fulfilled at last: there's no holding back now. Cowardly or not, it's his moment to suck it up and be brave, and so he's ventured into the Waste. But this is more than putting an end to the Witch
( ... )
Sophie's all loose except for her legs by the time Howl appears; progress halts, after that, because she's busy straining desperately to see what's going on. She's expecting another pitched wizard's battle, and she's not sure her heart will take it, but instead -
- instead there's the noise, and the haze, and then, quite suddenly, it's over.
Sophie can't seem to feel anything but relieved. She slashes her legs free and goes over to the headless figure of Prince Justin; it's been getting on her nerves all this while, and at least she's going to do anything about that. She takes off her shawl and starts to arrange it decently over the headless shoulders.
The scarecrow's in the middle of the pile of bones, pushing them this way and that with its leg. "No, my friend. You won't find her heart here. Her fire demon will have got that. I think it's had the upper hand of her for a long time now. Sad, really."
Sophie takes off her shawl, showing the most compassion he's ever seen from her as she drapes it across Prince Justin's headless shoulders.
"I think the rest of what you were looking for is over here." Moving towards the throne, he gestures for the scarecrow to join him.
And then he turns to Sophie -- he's glad she's all right, he really is -- but he doesn't quite smile. "Typical!" he tells her. "I break my neck to get here, and I find you peacefully tidying up!"
He looks as bad, or worse, as he had coming home early in the morning. He hasn't shaved, or combed his hair, and his eyes are red-rimmed with sleep loss. He hasn't even bothered to put on fresh clothes.
The day Howl forgets to do that will be the day I believe he's really in love, and not before, Michael had said, talking about Howl's usual morning two hours in the bathroom, and Sophie knows it must be true.
He must love Miss Angorian very much indeed, she thinks, heart aching, and tries to explain, "I came for Miss Angorian," so at least he'll know she understands.
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Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devils foot;
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights
Till Age snow white hairs on thee;
Thou, when thou return'st wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear
No where
Lives a woman true and fair.
If thou find'st one let me know;
Such a pilgrimage were sweet.
Yet do not; I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet.
Though she were true when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two or three.The terms of the curse have all been fulfilled at last: there's no holding back now. Cowardly or not, it's his moment to suck it up and be brave, and so he's ventured into the Waste. But this is more than putting an end to the Witch ( ... )
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- instead there's the noise, and the haze, and then, quite suddenly, it's over.
Sophie can't seem to feel anything but relieved. She slashes her legs free and goes over to the headless figure of Prince Justin; it's been getting on her nerves all this while, and at least she's going to do anything about that. She takes off her shawl and starts to arrange it decently over the headless shoulders.
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Sophie takes off her shawl, showing the most compassion he's ever seen from her as she drapes it across Prince Justin's headless shoulders.
"I think the rest of what you were looking for is over here." Moving towards the throne, he gestures for the scarecrow to join him.
And then he turns to Sophie -- he's glad she's all right, he really is -- but he doesn't quite smile. "Typical!" he tells her. "I break my neck to get here, and I find you peacefully tidying up!"
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He looks as bad, or worse, as he had coming home early in the morning. He hasn't shaved, or combed his hair, and his eyes are red-rimmed with sleep loss. He hasn't even bothered to put on fresh clothes.
The day Howl forgets to do that will be the day I believe he's really in love, and not before, Michael had said, talking about Howl's usual morning two hours in the bathroom, and Sophie knows it must be true.
He must love Miss Angorian very much indeed, she thinks, heart aching, and tries to explain, "I came for Miss Angorian," so at least he'll know she understands.
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