For cowardly fear | in a glove wast thou fain to crawl,
And there forgot thou wast Thor;
Afraid there thou wast, | thy fear was such,
To fart or sneeze | lest Fjalar should hear.”
Thor spake:
[a]27]. “Thou womanish Harbarth, | to hell would I smite thee straight,
Could mine arm reach over the sound.”
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Harbarth spake:
[a]28]. “Wherefore reach over the sound, | since strife we have none?