But why makes he his sanctuary thus

Lonely in desolation?

BALDUR

’Tis the will

Of Odin. Ask no more. This cleft he chose

Wherein to hide the secret woe of the world,

That never thou shouldst look upon its face.

[Pg 13]

FREYJA

I?

BALDUR

Thou, O maiden! Thou art the hope of the world.

FENRIS

Freyja!

FREYJA

He calls me.

FENRIS

Freyja!

FREYJA

Hark! He yearns

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