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Old man, don't act like a headstrong ox! Hear reason, maiden! Let's come to terms. You must know I'm neither a prince nor rich;— And whether you measure or whether you weigh me, Be sure you won't gain much by making me yours.

[ is taken ill, and is carried out by .

[Looks at him for a while in high disdain; then says:]  Dash him to shards on the rock-walls, children! Oh dad, mayn't we play owl-and-eagle first! The wolf-game! Grey-mouse and glow-eyed cat! Yes, but quick. I am worried and sleepy. Goodnight! [He goes.

[Hunted by the .]

Let me be, devil's imps!

[Tries to escape up the chimney.

Come brownies! Come nixies! Bite him behind!

Ow!

[Tries to slip down the cellar trap-door.

Shut up all the crannies!