In her anger she clutched Rapunzel’s beautiful hair‚ seized a pair of scissors — and snip‚ snap — cut it all off. Rapunzel’s lovely braids lay on the ground but the witch was not through. She was so angry that she took poor Rapunzel into a desert where she had to live in great grief and misery.
The witch rushed back to the tower and fastened the braids of hair which she had cut off‚ to the hook of the window‚ and when the Prince came and cried‚
“Rapunzel‚ Rapunzel‚
Let down your hair‚”
she let the hair down. The Prince climbed to the window‚ but he did not find his dearest Rapunzel above‚ but the witch‚ who gazed at him with a wicked and venomous look.
“Aha!” she cried mockingly‚ “You’ve come for Rapunzel but the beautiful bird sits no longer singing in the nest; the cat has got it and will scratch out your eyes as well. Rapunzel is banished and you will never see her again!”
