But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up
to the Prince’s shoulder once more. ‘Good-bye, dear Prince!’ he murmured,
‘will you let me kiss your hand?’
‘I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,’ said the
Prince, ‘you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips,
for I love you.’
‘It is not to Egypt that I am going,’ said the Swallow. ‘I am going to the
House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?’
And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.
At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had
broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It
certainly was a dreadfully hard frost.
“再見了，親愛的王子！”他喃喃地說，“你願重讓我親吻你的手嗎？”
“我真高興你終於要飛往埃及去了，小燕子，”王子說，
“你在這兒呆得太長了。不過你得親我的嘴唇，因為我愛你。”
“我要去的地方不是埃及，”燕子說，
“我要去死亡之家。死亡是長眠的兄弟，不是嗎？”
接著他親吻了快樂王子的嘴唇，然後就跌落在王子的腳下，死去了。
就在此刻，雕像體內伸出一聲奇特的爆裂聲，好像有什麼東西破碎了。
其實是王子的那顆鉛做的心已裂成了兩半。這的確是一個可怕的寒冷冬日，