Everything went right for a week or two, and then Dame Ilsabill said "Husband, there is not near room enough for us in this cottage; the courtyard and the garden are a great deal too small; I should like to have a large stone castle to live in: go to the fish again and tell him to give us a castle."
"Wife, I don’t like to go to him again, for perhaps he will be angry; we ought to be easy with this pretty cottage to live in."
"Nonsense! He will do it very willingly, I know; go along and try!"
The fisherman went, but his heart was very heavy: and when he came to the sea, it looked blue and gloomy, though it was very calm; and he went close to the edge of the waves, and said:
’O man of the sea! Hearken to me! My wife Ilsabill Will have her own will, And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee!’