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- Nevermore, my friend.
PEER
- Indeed! In that case, I'll take my leave.
THE OLD MAN
- What would you without?
PEER
- I would go my way.
THE OLD MAN
- No, stop! It's easy to slip in here,
- but the Dovre-King's gate doesn't open outwards.
PEER
- You wouldn't detain me by force, I hope?
THE OLD MAN
- Come now, just listen to reason, Prince Peer!
- You have gifts for trolldom. He acts, does he not,
- even now in a passably troll-like fashion?
- And you'd fain be a troll?
PEER
- Yes, I would, sure enough.
- For a bride and a well-managed kingdom to boot,
- I can put up with losing a good many things.
- But there is a limit to all things on earth.
- The tail I've accepted, it's perfectly true;
- but no doubt I can loose what the Chamberlain tied.
- My breeches I've dropped; they were old and patched;
- but no doubt I can button them on agai
