Father, what wilt thou do?

ODIN

Tame him, the tameless;

The eternal goad against the eternal stone.

Yea, though I tame him not till doomsday darken.

[To Loki.]

Loosen thy scourge.

[Held by his chain, Fenris flees wildly in circles, and

seeking to hide himself, finally crouches in terror,

centre. He is prevented from entering the cavern

by Thor, who stands there.]

FENRIS

Anarch! Ai! anarch! Anarch! Ulfr! Ulfr!

BALDUR AND FREYJA

Have pity!

ODIN

Pity ask

Of him; this wolf must reign or I. Strike, Loki!

Let thy bright lashes scorch with all their snakes

Till the live, brassy serum eats and crawls

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