human
Such a one is quite unfitted 230 To attend to little children, Rock the babes with little fingers. Now I know not where to send him, Nor what work I ought to give him. Perhaps he ought to clear the forest?
gpt
Now I first a man can deem me, When my hands the axe are wielding. 240 I am handsomer to gaze on, Far more noble than aforetime, Five men's strength I feel within me And I equal six in valour.
human
O thou smith, my dearest brother, Forge me now a little hatchet, Such an axe as fits a hero, Iron tool for skilful workman, 250 For I go to clear the forest, And to fell the slender birch-trees.