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The Proud Princess

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The King! The King! Long live the King!

Hooray! Long live the King! Hooray! Long live the King!

Hooray! ...

Long live our glorious King!

Long may he live to reign over our lovely land.

The whole country sings and blossoms, life here always has been gay.

Sing then as you do your day's work!

Let your thoughts go tripping away.

Life and work are good companions,

but work comes first and then comes play

Life without work would be bad,

everybody works and is glad.

Everybody works and is glad!

Isn't that so, my friend?

Anyone you ask will tell you that,

without a strong-armed butcher, all would soon be dead of hunger.

Meat must first be brought to market, who more useful than a cartwright?

Carry on arguing, you smart alecks!

Were it not for me, dear folk, in what would you cook your dinner?

I make baskets out of osiers.

It ties my hands in knots.

I make harnesses, belts and saddles.

I could do it with one hand behind my back.

Harnesses, baskets, what is that?

But to weave a web of linen that's a much more difficult art.

Every kind of work is useful,

if you do it honestly.

Every kind of work is useful,

if you do it honestly.

The King is right, who else than he,

but where, I wonder, would you be without the blacksmith

and his anvil to make you a plough a hammer, and scythe?

The sun has risen on the sparkling dew,

the scythes are ringing and calling you.

Lush the meadows and gay with Spring,

a lovely country and a good King.

Because you work well and honestly,

I have ruled you with fairness and equity.

Long may he reign in peace

and security!

The loss, we hope, of a tree or two the forest

will not greatly rue.

For building and smelting and heating

the wood that is needed we're felling.

The loss, we hope, of a tree or two the forest

will not greatly rue.

For building and smelting and heating

the wood that is needed we're felling.

The tallest tree must fall!

The tallest tree must fall.

Any obstacle in our path must be cut down,

root and branch.

Sheep and lambkins,

graze and tender,

here green and fine grass grows.

Let us through the Golden Gate.

Let us through the Golden Gate.

- What will you give us to eat? - A piece of bread.

- With what? - With butter!

You come first, Johnny! Johnny!

When people do a fair day's work, children can play where no dangers lurk.

Children can play where no dangers lurk. Children can play where no dangers lurk.

Children can play where no dangers lurk. When King and People harmonize,

Iife is prosperous and the country thrives.

Long may he reign over us!

Your Majesty! - Your Majesty!

- The emissary has arrived.

I know, Jacobs, but the saplings kept me.

Your Majesty, King Miroslav,

our Mighty King, King of the Land of Night,

sends you his greetings

and the portrait of her Gracious Highness the Princess Krasomila,

the only heir, asking

if it should be your desire to request her hand in marriage.

In her is invested the destiny of a mighty kingdom, to which she is heir.

- Your Princess is very lovely.

You see it's true.

I thank you for your esteemed gift.

I shall give you my reply at lunch.

Send the picture to my room.

You are my guests, gentlemen!

Vitek, ... ls that your name?

Is it a true likeness?

- Yes and no, Your Majesty. Her Highness is proud.

She never loved any but herself.

But that must never be mentioned.

- Then why have you told me?

- I am sure you would not betray me.

People in our country say

you are a wise and just King.

- You say she has loved none as yet?

We must make haste!

I promised you an answer to the gracious message

of your lllustrious King,

convey my greetings and willing acceptance of his invitation.

I shall have my portrait painted

and send the picture to Princess Krasomila.

If her Highness should then desire, I shall be honoured to wait upon her.

Long live princess Krasomila! - Long live the princess!

That is not the least bit like me.

- It will please the Princess

to see in you

a mighty Prince, Sir.

- And that is still less like me.

- The Princess will be most pleased

to see you as a great Commander.

- That's me!

That's what I really look like. Minister Jacobs,

accompany the emissary with my picture to the Land of Night.

- What message shall I convey? - My greetings.

And if they ask, tell them what you know of me.

You have worked well and honestly.

Burn these! They do not tell the truth.

They are of no value!

Oyez! Oyez! Oyez!

The emissary has come back to us.

Certainly they have fared well with the Princess Krasomila.

What was her answer?

What was her answer?

- That you aren't worthy to lace her shoe.

At your portrait she scarce deigned a glance.

- And what next?

- The Chancellor had the last word.

At first he seemed all impatience to see you.

And so I told him, how you help your people,

how you give ear to their advice... how you will suffer no injustice.

There the people have a bad time.

And when I had finished telling them about you,

the Chancellor suddenly blew cold.

And that's perhaps why the Princess ...

- Said I wasn't worthy to lace her shoe.

Thank you, Jacobs. I thank you all.

Who has his love at home,

who has his love at home,

knows not his good fortune,

knows not his good fortune.

Who has his love abroad,

who has his love abroad,

is much to be condoled,

is much to be condoled.

To her his way must make,

to her his way must make,

no danger must he reck,

no danger must he reck.

Minister Jacobs, I must see the Princess Krasomila,

and so I'm going to see her.

Till my return, I entrust you and the Privy Council

with the affairs of State.

Miroslav's Kingdom Land of Night

A young cobbler was born, the old cobbler he made him a cage.

The cobbler, dear folk, I am he, and I keep calling out as you pass:

Let me cut, I do pray, and l'll sing the whole day!

- I beg you... What are you doing?

I couldn't stand it any longer! I had to come here to sing a bit.

You're a stranger, aren't you?

Here, in the Land of Night, singing is forbidden.

Sitting cobbling all the day and not allowed to whistle a tune,

you've simply got to run off for a song, at least once a day.

Lucky for me Miroslav's Kingdom is so near.

And why are you not allowed to sing?

It's supposed to keep people from work and I don't know what else besides...

You'll see what queer things go on here!

Come.

Quick! Out of sight! Don't you see them?

Money, cobbler! Money! Will you or won't you give it to me?

- I have nothing, noble sir.

- Then come with us! - I haven't a farthing.

- Who are you? And what do you want?

- We are the King's tax-collectors.

This cobbler hasn't paid even next year's taxes!

Where would it all end for the king?

Fine officials your King has!

King's tax-collector? I thought they were highway robbers.

- I saw myself behind prison bars.

What return can I make you, sir?

- Perhaps, give me your oldest clothes.

- l've only what I stand in. - They'll do all right.

They'll be too small for you. You won't get into them. You'll see!

Who has, who has ... - Pssst!

- ... who has his love at home, - I beg you, don't sing!

- knows not his good fortune. Knows not his good fortune!

- Please, go and sing somewhere else.

You saved me from jail and now you're sticking my head into the noose.

You know that in our country we're not allowed to sing!

Out you go!

- Who has his love abroad ...

- Stop! Stop! - Who has his love abroad...

- Are you crazy?

What are you waiting for?

Throw me my ball! Now!

Are you deaf?

That's my ball!

We mustn't forget what we want.

Krasomila must marry the suitor we choose for her. Am I not the Chancellor?

- Am I not the Lord High Treasurer?

- Am I not the Master of Ceremonies?

- Are we not the King's Councillors? We have talked her out of King Miroslav.

- We shall talk her into somebody else.

- Who is it to be?

- The Prince of the Land of the Setting Sun would suit us very well.

Such a skinny creature. - He'll do very well.

- We can do what we like with him.

- The tax-collector is waiting.

Not enough!

- The people complain that everything is dear,

that wages are small and taxes high.

- Let them complain but pay they must!

And prison for those who don't...! Do you understand?

Or that's where you finish up. - Locked up!

Be gone!

Truly little is left for His Majesty.

- Know what? Better nothing at all.

- Better half a loaf than no bread!

What was the joke, Councillors?

Show your hands!

And now you!

And you!

And now all of you!

- There you are, Your Majesty.

You are always suspecting us...

and we think only of your good!

We didn't want to show you an empty bag.

- The people refuse to pay the taxes.

- You give them too much freedom.

- You must make a new law. Make them pay!

- You must keep them down.

- You must... - Yes, I must, I must...

- But we shall not advise Your Majesty.

- You are right. - As always.

Let's go. - Oh, my good Councillors,

what should I do without you?

I shall make a new law, anything you wish,

only stay!

Am I to dismiss the gardener? Yes or no?

- The gardener? You did so a month ago.

Surely not? - Of course.

- No... - A month ago.

- A month ago. - I did so?

- Of course! - Of course!

- Of course!

She never knew her Mother.

And as for the Old King... they do what they like with him.

In these arms I nursed her.

Lord, she was like a little doll.

She was so good and dutiful.

When she grew up, they drove me away.

The King's Councillors, so they said, would see to her upbringing.

And you see what they've made of her.

But they can't have spoilt her altogether.

If I could only sing her song to her,

she'd soon be different.

She's sure to have forgotten it...

- l'll remind her of it.

- You would do that?

Don't you know that singing is forbidden?

- I'm not afraid.

The new gardener begs to be heard.

You are a gardener? Aren't you deceiving me?

I seem to have seen you before...

Have I seen him? Where have I seen him?

- You can't have seen him, Sire.

- He is a gardener. - G-g-gardener.

- Of course, you are a gardener.

I shall give you a trial.

Vitek!

Hurry! Hurry!

Send him to the garden.

He is a gardener.

Don't look at him like that! You can't know a gardener.

Tie my shoe!

Do you hear?

Who do you think you are?

I'm the princess. Kings would deem it an honour

to tie my shoe!

- Kings, perhaps, I'm a gardener.

- Tie my shoe!

See there -

I'm not only a Princess, but a beautiful Princess.

And it is fitting to tie her shoe.

Even King Miroslav wanted ...

And I am beautiful and so there! And you must run and fetch my ball!

And you must tie my shoe and you must and you must ...

Gardener!

Poor girl.

But I think you did the right thing.

Perhaps it will help.

If only it's not too late!

Have you reminded her of the song?

- When the loveliest flower blooms, l'll teach her to sing it.

Then we will see.

Sweet my bud, unfold your petals,

Ioveliest of flowers.

Fairest fragrance you'll be spreading

from morning till evening hours.

You remember, Your Highness,

how we advised you to reject King Miroslav?

- An impossible match. We wish only for your good.

- The Chancellor has always advised well.

- We wish to advise you well again.

The Prince from the Land of the Setting Sun asks for Your hand.

- For Your hand.

- Very soon an emissary will arrive with his picture.

If you are to be happy, you must ...

- Must?... I mustn't anything.

I can do what I like.

- Oh, I beg your pardon, it was a mere slip of the tongue.

You will decide, Your Highness.

- lf you do not want the Prince ... - As your husband ...

- You will reject the Prince.

- And if I want him, l'll marry him.

And the picture is unnecessary. lnstruct the Prince to come in person.

The lllustrious Prince, from the Land of the Setting Sun,

having heard of your beauty, Your Highness,

wishes to win your hand in marriage.

His valour

will be your shield

and we believe his ardent love

will find an echo in your heart. - Sweet my bud, unfold your petals,

Ioveliest of flowers.

Fairest fragrance you'll be spreading

from morning till evening hours. - An impertinence!

In the King's name, bring in that hooligan!

- Fairest fragrance you'll be spreading

from morning till evening ...

His majesty the King consents

to Her Royal Highness

hearing your suit, Noble Prince.

You may look forward to her answer. - Oh, Princess, is it possible?

- Quick! Before His Majesty!

You dared to sing!

- I was teaching a flower to sing.

- Are you wanting to make fools of us?

Quiet, please!

Get up! Grow lots

of such magic flowers!

And I shall ...

... I shall graciously allow you to sing when teaching them.

Now you can go. The audience is over.

- What about the Prince, Your Majesty?

- Oh, dear me, the Princess has gone.

What shall we do? - What a breach of etiquette!

- Terrible! - Now good advice is worth its weight

in gold.

Wouldn't you maybe choose another princess?

Well?

Look, your flower...

In the evening it stopped singing and in the morning it had faded.

- Nothing!

The flower fades near a wicked pride.

You left it alone with some proud person.

- Bring me another at once,

or the King will drive you out.

- Flowers are like people. lt takes them some time...

- I want it at once.

- Try it! Sing!

- I don't want to sing.

- I beg your pardon.

Sweet my bud, unfold your petals,

Sweet my bud, unfold your petals,

Ioveliest... - Gardener!

- What do you wish, Your Highness?

- I don't want to sing. I want to play on this lute.

You'll teach me.

- l'll teach you, but you must ask me nicely.

- I mustn't anything.

- Sweet my bud, unfold your petals,

Ioveliest of flowers.

Fairest fragrance you'll be spreading

from morning till evening hours.

Fairest fragrance you'll be spreading

from morning till evening hours.

Love is as a bud unfolding

its petals in the sun.

- Gardener!

- Your Highness?

- I should like to ...

I should like to play as nicely as you do.

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- I think l'll never learn it.

- Why?

You're getting on well.

You must only have patience. - Must?

Well then, I shall.

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There's something about the gardener... - We must keep an eye on him.

- We must watch him.

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And now the song.

Sweet my bud, unfold your petals,

Ioveliest of flowers.

Fairest fragrance you'll be spreading

from morning till evening hours.

- Fairest fragrance you'll be spreading

from morning till evening hours.

- Why did I forbid singing really?

Why did I ...? Why did I forbid singing?

Why did I forbid singing? - Why!

- Why! - Why!

- You gave permission to only one and look what has come of it.

- Oh dear me, I'm so sorry! You must forgive me, gentlemen.

Come, come quickly, l'll get you cold compresses.

Come.

- You see how nicely you can do it.

- I seem to know the song.

But I can't remember.

- Once there was a little girl,

and she had no Mother,

but a kind old Nurse.

And she taught her that song.

Good morning! - Good morning Princess!

Why stir you so early?

- Could we have our singing sooner if I help you?

- Of course.

More hands - less work. And more time for play.

Pull the weeds up by the root, or they'll grow again.

First you make a little hole. Like this.

Then you put in the seedling

and press the soil well round it.

Try it yourself.

- Take care of the flower!

- You never tread on a flower now, do you?

- Look how beautifully they've grown!

- Beauty thrives on love! Krasomila!

- Perhaps you mean, Your Royal Highness.

- Pardon, I forgot.

- You may always forget when we are alone together.

I am not proud now.

- Are you sure?

We can make sure.

In the morning, you will see. Faded or not faded.

Are you afraid for the flower, or for yourself?

Gardener! Gardener!

Gardener! lt hasn't faded!

It hasn't faded!

- It hasn't faded...

You're not happy? What's wrong with you?

- The flower has not faded. So we must part.

- Surely you won't leave me now.

- lf they could talk you out of King Miroslav,

you won't run off with his gardener.

- I shall. Don't you believe me?

You see, Your Majesty, - I see.

- with your own eyes. - I see.

- How dare you kiss the Princess?

- It's not his fault. I kissed him.

Don't be angry with him, Sire.

- His Majesty is merciful.

He will only be banished from the Castle.

- You won't allow that!

- I can read my Sovereign's thoughts.

Off with him!

- I believe!

- Why have you ... - Your Majesty wanted to punish

that rascal more severely. I hope you'll forgive my leniency.

- But why did you ... - Yes, I know, I should have had him

thrown into the dungeon. I should have had him broken on the wheel.

- But ... - I should have had him

hanged in the square. Or even ...

- Rubbish!

Let me speak, will you?

You were too severe!

Poor little Krasomila ...

My little daughter, Krasomila!

Krasomila!

- Your Highness! Your Highness!

Krasomila!

Krasomila!

They'd recognize you at once like that.

Come on!

My little darling, you remember me?

- How could I have ever forgotten you?

- We must make haste. We'll see each other again soon.

- Yes, yes. And of course l'll help you.

This dress will do all right.

Why did you let Her Highness go?

- Her Highness ordered us to open. - Blockheads!

Sound the alarm! - Sound the alarm!

Sound the alarm!

- Was she weeping?

- She was smiling.

- Search the whole town! House by house!

If he should resist, then carry him off...

The poor little thing will be tired, carry her back to the Castle.

Carefully!

And what now?

- Back to Miroslav's Kingdom!

- So far away? What shall we eat?

- We'll earn our bread by work.

- I'm afraid they may find us ... you!

- Don't be afraid. There are lots of workers

and the masters don't pay them much attention. Come on!

Be careful!

They've found the Princess.

Krasomila! Krasomila!

Call off the alarm! - Call off the alarm!

Call off the alarm! Call off the alarm! ...

- Sound the alarm!

- Sound the alarm! Sound the alarm!

- Sound the alarm! Sound the alarm! ...

- It's you! How dare you?

- I only wanted to delay you.

- In the name of the King, off to prison with her!

- Off to prison!

- Where ... now where have I seen that woman before?

- I pray you, Sir!

There's work enough, but...

- All we want is a little food and a place to asleep.

- We need a man and there's work ...

... for a girl, too.

Madlenka! lvanek!

- What is it, Mother?

- Where is lvanek?

This is our new farm-hand and a new girl.

Shake hands and be good friends.

What's your name? - Guess!

Thank you Vitek for everything.

And don't worry about our Princess.

- Do you know where she is? - Perhaps I do and perhaps I don't.

But I won't say!

- I know something, too. - Speak when the proper time comes.

When I was in the town,

it was proclaimed

that the Princess was lost.

Whoever finds her will get a reward of 100 ducats.

- l've never seen so much money!

- And never shall!

Either the ducats or the Princess.

Would she come to us? lf King Miroslav wasn't good enough...

- A pity! - About the ducats?

- No, about King Miroslav.

It might have been good for her and for us.

- But if the Princess didn't like him... - Why?

What's he like? - So, what could the king look like?

Well, maybe just like our new man there.

- Oh ho, King Miroslav! King Miroslav!

Is Your Highness' back hurting?

- No, thank you, King Miroslav.

You're no king and no washerwoman.

I'll finish it myself. - Why shouldn't I help you?

If a Princess can wash...

- Stop that Princess business!

Oh, I nearly forgot!

We had visitors while you were away.

Very special - The King's Guard.

- Yes. I had to show them

I wasn't a Princess.

They're coming to have a look at you, too. Watch out!

- Sorry, farmer, but we must be going.

- Well if you must...

Give them something for the road.

Come on, we must get the hay in. Maybe it will rain tonight.

A pity they're leaving.

- Remember and they will always be with you.

Perhaps it was the Princess, that the soldiers looked for.

and she had to go not to be caught.

- Perhaps it was King Miroslav!

- Who knows? - Perhaps ...

This is the first time anybody wanted to help a poor man like me.

If you help, you won't go hungry.

Mother, make a dish of porridge. They'll like it here.

Two, more or less, doesn't make any odds.

- That's the charcoal-pile. They make charcoal from wood.

And our job is to bring the logs.

You carry the smaller ones.

- Save your strength! Evening's a long way off.

There's a ghost or something!

- Ghosts don't exist, that's only silly talk.

- Don't go and leave me!

- What are you doing? Are you crazy? Nobody's going to harm you.

- Are you a man or a ghost? A man.

I'm looking for my horse. No, no

for a place to sleep.

I'll give you all I have, only don't leave me here alone.

- Ah, what would you give us! Come! You will sleep with us if you're so afraid

We'll lie outside, and the gentleman may have our bed.

- You see, the ghost's just as frightened as you are.

- I'm not afraid.

Hail the sunrise in the forest

Iet us sing from happy hearts.

He who does not wish to join us

must surely have died long since.

He who does not wish to join us must surely have died long since.

The sun is rising beyond the mountains.

Everything that lives doth sing.

Birds and flies and the whole forest

raise their voice in one great hymn.

Birds and flies and the whole forest raise their voice in ...

Hallo, Sir, where are you?

Where have you got to?

Aren't your men looking for you?

- What?

Have you paid your taxes? You haven't, have you?

Not even for the next year, eh?

So, you know how it will be?

Well, it's pay or prison!

- That's a nice return.

In trouble you'd promise anything! And then...

Out you go, you rascal!

- Your Royal Highness!

Now l've got you! And the 100 ducats are mine!

Troopers! Where the devil are you?

Troopers!

- You blood-sucker! That I didn't recognize you...

There you are... Gold for yourself!

Misery for poor!

And prison for me, is that it?

Clever dick! - Help!

Help! Help!

Catch them! Catch them!

Idiots! Catch them!

Catch them! Wait!

Wait! Catch them!

It was the Princess.

Water!

We have travelled through nine towns and nine valleys.

We have crossed nine rivers and nine hills.

And we have sought the Princess everywhere.

- And have you found her? - No, we haven't found her,

Your Majesty. - We rode night and day,

from dawn till dusk ...

- Have you found her? - No, Your ...

- Have you found her? - No,

Your Majesty. - Have you found her?

- No, Sire. - Have you found her?

- No, Sire.

- Have you found her? - No, Sire.

- Have you found her? - No, Sire.

- Haven't... Haven't... Haven't... Haven't... Haven't...

Have you? - No, Sire.

- Have you found her, Councillors? Have you, have you?

Have you found her? No, you haven't found her.

That's because you've made such a mess of everything.

I shall listen to you no more.

- We only want his good.

- We obey his command. - His Majesty takes too great a liberty.

Not to be tolerated! Leave!

You are singing and the Princess, who knows where she is?!

Say where she is!

You see, not a word! Silent.

And you are a magic flower?

- Go to the prison!

Ask the nurse.

She knows more then me.

- The nurse?

I knew her face was familiar.

You come, and Old Woman, help me!

Why should I help you?

- With this you can saw through the bars and you'll be free.

Only tell me where the Princess is.

- And won't they scold you, Mighty King?

- Who would dare to? - Who?

Your rascally councillors.

As usual.

Off with you then! - Old Woman!

- You do exactly as these villains tell you.

They oppress and suck the people dry.

And whose fault is it? - Theirs.

- No! Yours!

Remember, who doesn't resist evil commits evil.

And that's why the Princess has fled. Nobody likes you!

And when you want to free somebody, you give him a file.

Are you not ashamed?

What should I do? - Give advice and don't ask it.

First put your evil councillors under lock and key.

Never fear, you are King!

- Run, quick!

I've let her out.

Look, a little bird.

And the Princess?

- Oh! Quick, tell me about her.

- l'll tell you, but first, lower the taxes, permit singing

and give the people work and liberty.

- Can it be done? - Of course it can.

- Well, come on, come on, come on!

Don't get up, miller. We'll manage it all right.

- You come just when we needed you most.

After the harvest there's so much work.

- It's too much for us now. You're very kind, my dear.

- It's child's play for us.

Why are you sitting here? Why aren't you grinding?

- We are. - We are.

- That lot's finished. - What?

- These are workers for you!

It was ground in no time! - It was ground in no time!

- Ready. - Really?

- Ready. - Ready!

- Ready!

Now it's finished, now it's done.

Tomorrow morning we'll be grinding more golden corn.

I King, Mighty Monarch of the Land of Night,

whose boundaries stretch from Dusk to Dawn

and from the Setting to the Rising Sun

do most solemnly proclaim.

Or better not. - So you don't want to?

- It's not so simple! To lower taxes and let people sing...

I have no advisers! - You have!

- Only give ear to them! - Do as you will!

- Wait! - Wait!

Wait! Wait! Wait!

You can't do this to me... Where is the Princess?

Speak! - When you've spoken!

- I shall, but I must mount my throne.

- You'll change your mind before you get there!

Speak now - without ceremony!

- l, Mighty Monarch... - We've heard that.

Go on!

- And so we lower the taxes and singing is allowed!

Now say where the Princess is.

- Her Highness is ... ... in good hands...

- That's all you know? - She is in good hands!

- I shall revoke what I promised. - The Princess is under the protection

of King Miroslav. - What?

I recognized him at once!

A gardener?! lt was King Miroslav himself!

King Miroslav!

I have revoked what I have revoked and promised what I have promised.

And so that no rogue may twist the King's words,

so that no clever dick can turn them to his own advantage.

Hear again the King's will:

Taxes are lowered,

the prohibition to sing is revoked,

and he who works well must fare well,

as in the land of King Miroslav.

Woe to him who would harm the people!

Stop the pursuit! Send patrols in every direction!

Not a hair of King'Miroslav's head must be harmed!

We should hurry up!

- That's right.

Only I hope they haven't killed him...

If he is not really the gardener.

... now it's done!

Tomorrow morning we'll be grinding more golden corn.

Now it's finished, now it's done!

Tomorrow morning we'll be grinding ...

Don't you know that singing is prohibited?

I recognize you, Your...

- Run!

- That will cost you dearly, gardener!

Get him!

His Majesty has lowered the taxes!

- And revoked the prohibition to sing!

- The King proclaims:

Princess Krasomila is betrothed to King Miroslav.

Hear the King's will:

Let no one lay hands on the Princess' companion!

He is King Miroslav, the Princess' betrothed.

That's Miroslav's land over there.

We can take our time.

Cobbler!

Who is so bold?

Who dares disturb me? I don't make or mend boots!

Does it become one dressed as I am to work?

I am a gentleman!

- Are you crazy, cobbler?

Playing the master and not working? And you don't even sing?

D'you know what you deserve?

A beating! A beating to teach you!

Remember, clothes do not make the man! - Work ennobles a man, cobbler!

- There! - Stop!

- There and there and there ... - I beg you, stop!

- Off with the clothes and quick about it!

- Yes, anything you want, but stop beating me!

They are here!

Greetings from your Royal Father.

To Your Highness and King Miroslav.

- King Miroslav?

So you are the King?

- Well, don't you see? Tie my shoe!

Your Majesty...

Remember cobbler: Neither exalt yourself

nor abase yourself!

Farewell and good luck! I hope it turns out well!

- Hooray!

And still I love you, even though you are a King.

Now the rule of pride is ended,

freely we can live and breathe!

Who wouldn't sing?

Who wouldn't sing?

Rule now you, the world advances,

I have had my turn and failed.

- In the crown there is no wisdom! A king must learn and know his trade.

Let us sing from hearts rejoicing,

that our forest is our own,

Old and young, this very evening

Iet us dance from dusk till dawn!

Old and young, this very evening

Iet us dance from dusk till dawn!

Twin buds of love, our King and Queen,

may they flower for ever.

Twin buds of love, our King and Queen,

may they flower for ever.

Life with love doth first begin.

- Age can but remember.

Now there's love enough among us,

everything here thrives and prospers.

Today the harvesters are threshing, see the flails how they fly!

If there is any who would hinder, let him beware the people's anger.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Now the rule of pride is ended,

freely we can work and play.

All the land is smiling, happy!

All the land is smiling, happy,

for life will be better every day!

- Cobbler, why should you run away?

Here you can sing and work all day.

- The sun is shining, the earth is gay,

now we can dance and the children play!

Freedom has come and come to stay.