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Loke Monologue from The Death of Balder

From The Death of Balder by Johannes Ewald

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They were my dread; I quak'd at every shadow And every leaf that mov'd, lest I should see them. When I saw that no one of the sisters Heard the high call, and din of shield and falchion, My courage rose--I knew thou wast in safety: They hear no fight where no one's doomed to perish. (HOTHER: And now the spear thou spak'st about?) She has it, Valfather's favour'd maid--his trusty servant, At length discover'd by unwearied searching The spear by which his much-lov'd son shall perish. Shortly ere thou didst call, as in my cavern I sat, its vaulted roof begun to tremble. Three times my stilly dwelling shook, and o'er me A sound assailed my ear; 'twas like the tempest's When it uptears the mountain oak; then heard I The voice of Rota; black huge drops did trickle Of Jotun blood, of them whom Odin slaughtered, Through the rock's rifts. I knew by all these signals That she had found the right, the fatal weapon. HOTHER (impatiently). Where is it--where?

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30s · fear · fate · death · betrayal · power

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