You pulled on the troll-breeches, don’t you remember,
And tasted the mead——
Peer.
Ay, you lured me seductively;—
But I flatly declined the decisive test,
And that is the thing you must judge your man by.
It’s the end of the ditty that all depends on.
The Old Man.
But it ended, Peer, just in the opposite way.
Peer.