I stand beneath her tower and say, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair to me." And then she lowers the longest, most beautiful head of hair-yellow as corn-which I climd to her.
I am not certain of that! I must confess, I too have found a lovely maiden. She lives here in the woods.
Yes! In the top of a tall tower that has no doors or stairs.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel! What kind of name is that? You jest! I have never heard of such a thing.
I speak the truth! She is as true as your maiden. A maiden running from a Prince? None would run from us.
