Sublime inanity! heroic ape!

This strong defiance were itself divine,

And thou a titan-martyr, had thy pride

One rational aim commensurate with thy woe.

But all thy suffering is purposeless.

Strike, Thor! Make of his obdurate heart thine anvil.

THE PACK

[Some fawning toward Odin, others seeking

protection of Fenris.]

Heil, Othinn! Ulfr, heil!

[Pg 25]

[As Fenris, by a gesture of rage, drives these from him into

the cavern, Thor raises his hammer. Immediate night

shuts out the scene. In this surge of darkness the deep

rolling of thunder swells and culminates, as by waves,

in the blank burst of the thunder-bolt. Through a

half-lull, amid moaning of the Pack, are heard voices

from the crater.]

BALDUR’S VOICE

She leaps. Hold, Thor! She casteth herself down.

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