neither beautiful nor true. Troll, to thyself be - enough! regular octosyllabic metre, partly iambic, partly trochaic. except for the funeral oration in the last act which is in blank verse. earthy language. very accessible. hunter of a different name. dreaming interpenterate. I had the knack of a butcher. rubs his hands down his thighs. I ordered him once to go into a nut. I shall bite your loins, and down each side of your spine. We’ve sinned. clever as paint. but he can ride through the air on a buck! The weather cock up on the vane. far away? damned invention! making amorous gestures. Like a leg and breeches, like faggots and peas. A gigantic pig. an old sac for a saddle. Belief is free. So long as you match us in manner and dress. between you and us. Remember, his senses are human!