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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.
- ↑ Pronounce Broasë.
