Littérature de jeunesse en anglais : Walter Crane, Belle et la Bête/Présentation du livre
Le conte du La Belle et la Bête est un conte merveilleux de Madame Leprince de Beaumont (1711-1780), institutrice française qui écrivit des ouvrages édifiants pour l'éducation des jeunes femmes et de nombreux contes pour les enfants ; le plus célèbre est La Belle et la Bête, publié en 1757. Elle est l'arrière-grand-mère de l'écrivain Prosper Mérimée.
Le thème de la métamorphose en monstre appartient au folklore occidental depuis l'antiquité, avec Apulée. La version de 1757 est une version abrégée d'un conte publié en 1740.
C'est le texte de Madame Leprince de Beaumont qui a servi de base à toutes les productions littéraires, théâtrales ou cinématographiques qui ont suivi, jusqu'à notre époque.
L'héroïne n’est pas une aristocrate, c’est une fille de marchand. Les trois filles qui doivent se sacrifier pour leur père se retrouvent dans la version occitane de Peau d'Âne.
Une version anglaise courteModifier
En Angleterre, le conte a été très apprécié dans sa version courte et illustrée, publiée en 1875 par Walter Crane, « Beauty and the Beast » dans la série des livres-jouets.
- Tapuscrit et traduction, déposés le 23 mars 2012, sur le site de ressources libres pedagosite.net
- Les illustrations et le texte d'origine de Walter Crane sont librement téléchargeables, par exemple sur le site d'archive.org (Domaine Public, édition de 1875).
Cinq épisodes à lire :Modifier
- La rose fatidique : 223 mots
- Le triste retour du père : 295 mots
- La vie de château : 204 mots
- L'épreuve des repas quotidiens : 171 mots
- Le désespoir de Belle : 584 mots
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Once upon a time a rich Merchant, meeting with heavy losses, had to retire to a small cottage, with his three daughters. The two elder grumbled at this ; but the youngrest, named Beauty, tried to comfort her father and make his home happy. Once, when he was going on a journey, to try to mend his fortunes, the girls came to wish him good-bye ; the two elder told him to bring them some nice presents on his return, but Beauty merely begged of him to bring her a rose. When the Merchant was on his way back he saw some fine roses, and thinking of Beauty, plucked the prettiest he could find. He has no sooner taken it than he saw a hideous Beast, armed with a deadly weapon. This fierce-looking creature asked him how he dared to touch his flowers, and talked of putting him to death. The Merchant pleaded that he only took the rose to please his daughter Beauty, who had begged of him to get her one. On this, the Beast said gruffly, « Well, I will not take your life, if you will bring one of your daughters here to die in your stead. She must come willingly, or I will not have her. You may stay and rest in my palace until to-morrow. »
Although the Merchant found an excellent supper laid for him, he could not eat ; nor could he sleep, although everything was made ready for his comfort. The next morning he set out on a handsome horse, provided by the Beast.
When he came near his house his children came out to greet him. But seeing the sadness of his face, and his eyes filled with tears, the asked the cause of his trouble. Giving Beauty the rose, he told her all. The two elder sisters laid all the blame on Beauty ; but his sons, who had come from the forest to meet him, declared that they would go to the Beast instead. But Beauty said that as she was the cause of his misfortune, she alone must suffer for it, and was quite wiling to go ; and, in spite of the entreaties of her brothers, who loved her dearly, she set out with her father, to the secret joy of her two envious sisters.
When they arrived at the palace the doors opened of themselves ; sweet music was heard, and they walked into a room where supper was prepared. Just as they had eaten their supper, the Beast entered, and said in a mild tone, « Beauty, did you come here willingly to die in place of your father ? » « Willingly, » she answered, with a trembling voice. « So much the better for you, » said the Beast ; « your father can stay here to-night, but must go home on the following morning. » Beauty tried to cheer her father, at parting, by saying that she would try to soften the heart of the Beast, and get him to let her return home soon. After he was gone, she went into a fine room, on the door of which was written, in letters of gold, « Beauty's Room ; » and lying on the table was a portrait of herself, under which were these words : « Beauty is Queen here ; all things will obey her. » All her meals were served to the sound of music, and at supper-time the Beast, drawing the curtains aside, would walk in, and talk so pleasantly that she soon lost much of her fear of him. At last, he turned towards her, and said, « Am I so very ugly ? » « Yes, indeed you are, » replied Beauty, « but then you are so kind that I don't mind your looks. » « Will you marry me, then ? » asked he. Beauty, looking away, said, « Pray don't ask me. »
He then bade her « Good-night » with a sad voice, and she retired to her bed-chamber.
The palace was full of galleries and apartments, containing the most beautiful works of art. In one room was a cage filled with rare birds. Not far from this room she saw a numerous troop of monkeys of all sizes. They advanced to meet her, making her low bows. Beauty was much pleased with them, and said she would like some of them to follow her and keep her company. Instantly two tall young apes, in court dresses, advanced, and placed themselved with great gravity beside her, and two sprightly little monkeys took up her train as pages. From this time the monkeys always waited upon her with all the attention and respect that officers of a royal household are accustomed to pay to queens.
Beauty was now, in fact, quite the Queen of the palace, and all her wishes were gratified ; but, excepting at supper-time, she was always alone ; the Beast then appeared, and behaved so agreeably that she liked him more and more. But to his question, « Beauty, will you marry me ? » he never could get any other answer than a shake of the head from her, on which he always took his leave very sadly.
Although Beauty had everything she could wish for she was not happy, as she could not forget her father, and brothers, and sisters. At last, one evening, she begged so hard of the Beast to let her go home that he agreed to her wish, on her promising not to stay away longer than two months, and gave her a ring, telling her to place it on her dressing-table whenever she desired to go or to return ; and then showed her where to find suitable clothes, as well as presents to take home. The poor Beast was more sad than ever. She tried to cheer him, saying, « Beauty will soon return, » but nothing seemed to comfort him. Beauty then went to her room, and before retiring to rest she took care to place the ring on the dressing-table. When she awoke next morning, what was her joy at finding herself in her father's house, with the gifts and clothes from the palace at her bed-side.
At first she wondered where she was ; but she soon heard the voice of her father, and, rushing out, she flung her arms round his neck. The father and the daughter had much to say to each other. Beauty related all that had happened to her at the palace. Her father, enriched by the liberality of the Beast had left his old house, and now lived in a very large city, and her sisters were engaged to be married to young men of good family.
When she had passed some weeks with her family, Beauty found that her sisters, who were secretly vexed at her good fortune, still looked upon her as a rival, and treated her with coldness. Beside this, she remembered her promise to the Beast, and resolved to return to him. But her father and brothers begged her to stay a day or two longer, and she could not resist the entreaties.
But one night she dreamed that the poor Beast was lying dead in the palace garden ; she awoke in a fright, looked for her ring, and placed it on the table. In the morning she was at the Palace again, but the Beast was nowhere to be found : at last, she ran to the place in the garden that she had dreamed about, and there, sure enough, the poor Beast was, lying senseless on his back. At the sight Beauty wept and reproached herself for having caused his death. She ran to a fountain and sprinkled his face with water. The Beast opened his eyes, and as soon as he could speak, he said, sorrowfully, « Now that I see you once more, I die contented. » « No, no ! » she cried, « you shall not die ! Oh, live to be my husband, and Beauty will be your faithful wife ! » The moment she had uttered these words, a dazzling light shone everywhere ; the palace windows glittered with lamps, and music was heard around. To her great wonder, a handsome young Prince stood before her, who said that her words had broken the spell of a magician, by which he had been doomed to wear the form of a Beast, until a beautiful girl should love him in spite of his ugliness. The grateful Prince now claimed Beauty as his wife. The Merchant was soon informed of his daughter's good fortune, and the Prince was married to Beauty on the following day.