Loki spake:
[42]. “The daughter of Gymir | with gold didst thou buy,
And sold thy sword to boot;
But when Muspell’s sons | through Myrkwood ride,
Thou shalt weaponless wait, poor wretch.”
Byggvir spake:
[43]. “Had I birth so famous | as Ingunar-Freyr,
And sat in so lofty a seat, [[166]]
I would crush to marrow | this croaker of ill,
And beat all his body to bits.”