FREYJA He calls me.
FENRIS Freyja!
FREYJA Hark! He yearns For me!
BALDUR [Urging her away.] ’Tis Odin’s will.
FENRIS Freyja!
FREYJA He cries In pain. Hold me no longer.—Fenris!
ODIN [Entering, intercepts her path with his spear.] Stay!
FREYJA Allfather! hark his pain. Alas, poor wolf!
ODIN Poor wolf? Poor world! poor blind, precarious Reason, Beneath whose sovereign throne this horror sits, Cat-crouching to usurp it.—Fear him; go!
FENRIS Ai! ai! anarch! Freyja!