“Me gulls and sea-mews follow with shrill ear-piercing cries;
The Mermaids from the water, at my command, arise:
The seal jumps in the billow, when I am close at hand;
He dares no longer sun him upon the rocky strand.
“Dost thou not comprehend me? thou seemst to hesitate:
Hath not Ægir a consort i’ th’ ocean with a net?
Is not Ægir an Asa? is not Ran giant-born?
Why then shouldst thou of Skada reject the love with scorn?
“How long ’twixt gods and giants shall last the hateful feud?
’Tis time, methinks, the quarrel to end with ties of blood: