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First Girl.

Force is kindness!

Second Girl.

                   And kindness is force!

Third Girl.

If lads are a wanting, 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! Bård and Kårë!
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!