Ha! thinkst thou slaves to thy will and pleasure

Us Giants to find at the midnight hour?”

SKIRNIR.

Steer hither thy bark! thou grumbling wight!

Thy name and thy lineage quick declare!

Why stand there idle the livelong night,

And lose every chance to earn a fare?

HARBARD.

A Nidding is he who denies his name;

Yet were I base as the torrent’s scum,