Astonish’d look’d: he tranquil stood.
Now Thor thus whisper’d: “Youthful friend!
What rashness! what dost thou pretend?
Thy courage, certes, I admire,
But naught a hero can aspire
To do without his hand.” “No fear
I feel, thou cautious one!” said Tyr.
“Thy counsel sage I need not now;
Two hands, perhaps, requirest thou,
But thou shalt see, and frankly own,