No joy thou hast, Atli, | if all thou shalt hear,
Great sorrow didst wake | when my brothers thou slewest.
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[76]. “I have seldom slept | since the hour they were slain,
Baleful were my threats, | now I bid thee recall them;
Thou didst say it was morning,— | too well I remember,—
Now is evening come, | and this question thou askest.
[77]. “Now both of thy sons | thou hast lost . . .
. . . . . . . . | as thou never shouldst do;
The skulls of thy boys | thou as beer-cups didst have,