Thor Monologue from The Death of Balder

From The Death of Balder by Johannes Ewald

male · defiant · 1:10 min

How long dost think, degenerate son of Odin, Unmanly pining for a foolish maiden, And all the weary train of love-sick follies, Will move a bosom that is steeled by virtue? Thou dotest! Dote and weep, in tears swim ever; But by thy father's arm, by Odin's honour, Haste, hide thy tears and thee in shades of alder! Haste to the still, the peace-accustom'd valley, Where lazy herdsmen dance amid the clover. There wet each leaf which soft the west wind kisses, Each plant which breathes around voluptuous odours, With tears! There sigh and moan and the tired peasant Shall hear thee, and, behind his ploughshare resting, Shall wonder at thy grief, and pity Balder! (BALDER: And is this all the comfort thou canst offer?) I gave thee counsel: fly from her who flies thee! What holds thee here, where thou canst hope for nothing?

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