The gods’ fair fame to lacerate?
LOK.
What causes Freya’s grief? I pray:
Is it from longing I behold
Her cheek bedew’d with tears of gold?
What dost thou long for? Freya, say!
Thy husband fair has fled, ’tis true,
But ’tis not, sure, a hopeless case;
Thou canst find lovers not a few,
Eager and fit to take his place.