As I now remember,
The wolf Fenrer took from you.
TYR:
I lack a hand,
Thou lackest good reputation,—
Sad it is to lack such a thing;
Nor does the wolf fare well,—
In chains he pines
Till the end of the world.
LOKE:
Hold thy tongue, Tyr!
Thy wife and I
Had a son together,
But thou, poor fellow,
Received not a farthing
In fine from me.
FREY:
The wolf I see lie
At the mouth of the river
Until the powers perish.
Mischief-maker!
If thou dost not hold thy tongue
Thou also shalt be bound.
LOKE:
For gold thou bought'st
Gymer's daughter,
And sold thy sword
At the same time;
But when the sons of Muspel
Come riding from the dark woods,
What hail thou, poor fellow,
To rely upon?
Frey has a servant by name Bygver, who responds to Loke:
Know that, were I born
Of so noble a race
