BALDUR Have pity, father! [Pg 15] ODIN [To Freyja.] Child, pitiest thou this thing? FREYJA Hath not its voice Cried out immortally and craved me? Pity? Love is a kind of pity for itself That longs so endlessly. Allfather, never Ere now hast thou gainsaid me. ODIN Yet must now! This bitterness is mine alone to bear. O Freyja! O my Baldur! You of all The creatures of my will, bright lovers, you Only are happy. Be so still. Depart! Forget these wolvish cries; seek not to help Evil unsolvable.
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