Thou hast talk’d enough: ’tis an envious theme:
Now rest thee, and quench thy thirst, and eat!
But ere I ferry thee o’er the stream,
Thou must proof exhibit of talent meet.
No fare from trav’llers I’m wont to take;
But if they cannot give answers good
To every question I chuse to make,
Down at once they sink in the dark blue flood.
And now the goblin began to ask
Young Skirnir about the orbs of heaven: