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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 Dovre-King's daughter.

PEER

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

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE

Deep in the Ronde 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 Brose.

PEER

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

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE

When my father is angry the mountains are riven.