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Peace her empire has begun;
The die is cast—the work is done.

GERDA.
Youth! some words of comfort say
Cease thy angry threats, I pray.
The massy flaggon deign to wield,
With generous cool metheglin fill’d.
Gods! and shall I never prove,
The sweets of honourable love?

SKIRNER.
Before my mission I complete,
Tell me what the happy seat!
Where thou to gentle Freyer’s arms,
Wilt yield possession of thy charms.

GIRDA.
In Barian groves the appointment keep,
Where winds on billowy verdure sleep:
And when nine nights their course have run,
I there will meet Niorder’s son.