THE PACK Ulfr! Ulfr!

FENRIS Miles, miles, miles!

FREYJA [To Baldur.] He loves me, yet his looks are terrible. He saw me, yet he smiled not. Flowers I gave him, But he destroyed them. Sorrowful he is, Yet hath no tears in his eyes.—What shall we do?

FENRIS Free me, Freyja; fair art thou, froward— Go we together into greenwood glad. Burns thine eyebeam bright as the bitch-wolf’s, Longeth Fenris in thy lair to lie; Longeth to chase thee.

THE PACK Ulfr! Ulfr!

FENRIS Chafe, champ thee—

THE PACK Ulfr! Ulfr!

FENRIS Leave thee with child.

FREYJA Baldur, what reeling darkness snows around us From heaven? The rose of dawn is stung with blight.

ODIN [Aside.] O mystery! O will behind the will, How shall this end?