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Suttungi sons, the beverage praise,
And call it length’ner of days.

THOR.
Alviss! I’ve never seen I vow,
A mortal half so wise as thou:
But still thy wisdom could not see,
The depth of my duplicity.
Haste, Dwarf! up eastern hills afar
Dellinger drives his glittering car.