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I would crush to marrow this croaker of ill,
And beat all his body to bits."
Loki spake:
44."What little creature goes crawling there,
Snuffling and snapping about?
At Freyr's ears ever wilt thou be found,
Or muttering hard at the mill."
Byggvir spake:
45."Byggvir my name, and nimble am I,
As gods and men do grant;
And here am I proud that the children of Hropt
Together all drink ale."
Loki spake:
46."Be silent, Byggvir! thou never couldst set
Their shares of the meat for men;
Hid in straw on the floor, they found thee not
When heroes were fain to fight."
Heimdall spake:
47."Drunk art thou, Loki, and mad are thy deeds,
Why, Loki, leavst thou this not?
