Him answered Thor: Why, thou brazen knave,
To my face to mock me dost dare?
Thou know’st well that Mjolner is now ’neath the wave
With Ran, and wilt still by it swear?
O a better hammer for thee I’ll obtain;
And he shook like an aspen-tree,
For whose stroke shield, buckler and greave shall be vain,
And the giants with terror shall flee!
Not so! cried Thor, and his eyes flashed fire;
Thy base treason calls loud for blood,