Twisted with pain, as now thy brother is;

Thou, envious wolf, jealous of Baldur’s joys!

Thy feverish being shall invest the power

And glorious stature of the hunter. So

Shalt thou have scope and license measureless

To woo the heart of Freyja. So shall ye,

Lovers, make proof of your conjoinèd love

And trothèd meekness, whether these be strong

To tame this wolf, and from his blinding lusts

Evolve a nobler consciousness, or weak

To let themselves be blasted, and the world

Itself eclipsed in universal chaos.

FREYJA

If we be strong?

ODIN

The wolf-god shall be tamed.

FENRIS

[In rage, half rising.]

Oathless am I unto Odin ever!

[He sinks back, faint.]

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