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XXVIII.
Lok, ever fam’d for apt reply,
Strove the chief to pacify.
Well may her looks, he cry’d surprise,
Eight nights no sleep has blest her eyes:
Such was her strong desire to see
Th’ Jötni sons, and sleep with thee.

XXIX.
The giant’s sister then drew near,
And what the portion, wish’d to hear.
Lo! I will yield, at Thrym’s command,
These shining jewels from my hand;
If he my love would with to gain—
Love unimpeach’d with guilty stain.

XXX.
Thrym by doubts no more perplex’d,
Thus his sons around address’d—
The Mallet hither bring, my boys,
To consecrate our nuptial joys;