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Updated: May 16, 2025
"If I go to that Boxtel, and do not know him; if that Boxtel is not my Jacob, but another fancier, who has also discovered the black tulip; or if my tulip has been stolen by some one else, or has already passed into the hands of a third person; if I do not recognize the man, only the tulip, how shall I prove that it belongs to me?
"This prisoner," he said, "is a man whose name in itself will prove to your Highness what trust you may place in his probity. He is a prisoner of state, who was once condemned to death." "And his name?" Rosa hid her face in her hands with a movement of despair. "His name is Cornelius van Baerle," said Boxtel, "and he is godson of that villain Cornelius de Witt."
"Oh!" muttered Cornelius, "she has then belied me, when she said this flower was stolen from her. Oh! that's why she left Loewestein. Alas! am I then forgotten, betrayed by her whom I thought my best friend on earth?" "Oh!" sighed Boxtel, "I am lost."
"Because I have seen the black tulip only two hours ago." "You have seen the black tulip!" cried Rosa, rushing up to Mynheer van Systens. "As I see you, miss." "But where?" "Well, with your master, of course." "With my master?" "Yes, are you not in the service of Master Isaac Boxtel?" "Yes, you." "But for whom do you take me, sir?" "And for whom do you take me?"
Boxtel returned to his inn, rather puzzled and uneasy, tormented by misgivings about that paper which William had received from the hand of Rosa, and which his Highness had read, folded up, and so carefully put in his pocket. What was the meaning of all this?
This damsel knew that I had produced the black tulip, and, in concert with a lover of hers in the fortress of Loewestein, she formed the plan of ruining me by appropriating to herself the prize of a hundred thousand guilders, which, with the help of your Highness's justice, I hope to gain." "Yah!" cried Rosa, beyond herself with anger. "Silence!" said the Prince. Then, turning to Boxtel, he said,
What was the agony of the unfortunate Boxtel on seeing the windows of the new story set out with bulbs and seedlings of tulips for the border, and tulips in pots; in short, with everything pertaining to the pursuits of a tulip-monomaniac!
Boxtel fell down in a fit, and when they raised him up he was dead. The procession returned to the town hall, the prince declared Rosa the prizewinner, and informed Cornelius that, having been wrongfully condemned, his property was restored to him. Then he entered his coach, and was driven away.
Boxtel eagerly approached, and, finding himself face to face with William of Orange, started back. "His Highness!" he called out. "His Highness!" Rosa repeated in dismay. Hearing this exclamation on his left, Boxtel turned round, and perceived Rosa. At this sight the whole frame of the thief shook as if under the influence of a galvanic shock.
At the sight of Rosa, a double cry arose on the right and left of the Prince. Boxtel, thunderstruck, and Cornelius, in joyful amazement, both exclaimed, "Rosa! Rosa!" "This tulip is yours, is it not, my child?" said the Prince. "Yes, Monseigneur," stammered Rosa, whose striking beauty excited a general murmur of applause.
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