FENRIS [Tearing them, as the Pack yells.] Anarch! anarch!
FREYJA [Drawing back.] Alas!
BALDUR Peace, brother!
FREYJA Thou lovest me. Why, then, art thou not glad?
FENRIS Chafe, choke me, chains; chaffeth the churl at me!
FREYJA Take heart; we come to bring thee peace. O Baldur!
[Clinging to Baldur, she gazes with fascinated awe upon Fenris, who, pacing ever in and out, amid his involving Pack, with the swift, incessant shuttle movement of a caged wild thing, upturns his shifting eyes in yearning.]
FENRIS Free me, Freyja; frore am I, frost-bit, Go we together into greenwood glad. Mirk under moon-mist mad will meet thee, Hunt thee from hiding, thy heart-beats hear! Press thee, panting!
THE PACK Ulfr! Ulfr!