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You shall neither tread the loom nor turn the spindle.
You shall eat all you want, till you're ready to burst.
I never will drag you about by the hair——

The Green-clad One.

Nor beat me!

Peer.

            No, can you think I would!

We kings' sons never beat women and such.

The Green-clad One.

You're a king's son

Peer.

                   Yes.

The Green-clad One.

                        I'm the Dovrë-King's daughter.

Peer.

Are you! See there, now, how well that fits in!

The Green-clad One.

Deep in the Rondë has father his palace.

Peer.

My mother's is bigger, or much I'm mistaken.

The Green-clad One.

Do you know my father? His name is King Brosë.[1]

Peer.

Do you know my mother? Her name is Queen Åsë.

The Green-clad One.

When my father is angry the mountains are riven.

  1. Pronounce Broasë.