But never the mother can silence keep,
She grunts for pastime loud and deep.
GESTUR.
Thy wits will fail thee, I surmise,
Shouldst thou perchance a monster meet,
Who boasts ten tongues and twenty eyes,
With twice five tails, and forty feet.
SKIRNIR.
Thy frightful beast, O Gestur blind!
Can with no terrors fill my mind: