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RL
- Force is kindness!
SECOND GIRL
- And kindness is force!
THIRD GIRL
- If lads are awanting, one plays with the trolls!
PEER
- Why, where are the lads, then?
ALL THREE [with a horse-laugh].
- They cannot come hither!
FIRST GIRL
- Mine called me his sweetheart and called me his darling.
- Now he has married a grey-headed widow.
SECOND GIRL
- Mine met a gipsy-wench north on the upland.
- Now they are tramping the country together.
THIRD GIRL
- Mine put an end to our bastard brat.
- Now his head's grinning aloft on a stake.
ALL THREE
- Trond of the Valfjeld! Bard and Kare!
- Troll-pack! To-night would you sleep in our arms?
PEER [stands, with a sudden leap, in the midst of them].
- I'm a three-headed troll, and the boy for three girls!
THE GIR
