This was remark’d by Horse-leg young, and eke by Goat-beard old.
Against her robe they rubb’d themselves; they pinched her arms and thighs;
At this the Jotun damsel blush’d with anger and surprize.
“If ye cannot behave yourselves,” said she in threat’ning tone,
“I’ll instantly retire, and leave ye here to sup alone.”
Of beauty with good sense allied so powerful is the charm,
The sturdy giants felt ashamed, and swore they meant no harm:
She fill’d their cups with foaming ale, and gave them savoury food;
But when their jokes obscene and coarse the giant carles renew’d,
She kiss’d her sire, and sought her bower: there stood she all alone,