For me!

BALDUR

[Urging her away.]

’Tis Odin’s will.

FENRIS

Freyja!

FREYJA

He cries

In pain. Hold me no longer.—Fenris!

ODIN

[Entering, intercepts her path with his spear.]

Stay!

FREYJA

Allfather! hark his pain. Alas, poor wolf!

[Pg 14]

ODIN

Poor wolf? Poor world! poor blind, precarious Reason,

Beneath whose sovereign throne this horror sits,

Cat-crouching to usurp it.—Fear him; go!

FENRIS

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