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''The Royal Hall of the King of the Dovrë-Trolls. A great assembly of, , and. sits on the throne, crowned, and with his sceptre in his hand. His and  are ranged on both sides. stands before him. Violent commotion in the hall.''

Slay him! a Christian-man's son has deluded The Dovrë-King's loveliest maid!

May I hack him on the fingers?

May I tug him by the hair?

Hu, hei, let me bite him in the haunches!

[With a ladle.]

Shall he be boiled into broth and bree?

[With a chopper.]

Shall he roast on a spit or be browned in a stewpan?

Ice to your blood, friends!

[Beckons his counsellors closer around him.