That the hammer to the anvil gives,
When his trade the smith laborious drives?
GESTUR.
Two creatures without lungs I know;
Yet such is the force with which they blow,
That metals they melt, and snakes they breed,
Which have power to hiss and to bite, when dead.
SKIRNIR.
Thy lungless wights are the smith’s vast bellows,
And swords for the warrior’s use they form: