FRIGGA.
My Queen, she truly is.
UTE.
I thought it would be so.
FRIGGA.
But I did not!
Her mind is strangely altered, 'twould astound
Me not a whit now if her nature too
Should alter and her hair should change to blonde
Instead of raven tresses that of old
So richly waved beneath my golden comb.
UTE.
Thou dost not grieve, I trust?
FRIGGA.
I'm more amazed.
If this heroic woman thou hadst reared
As I have done, and knew all that I know,
Then would thy wonder be no less than mine.