O Balder, hear me! Hear why I come, and if thou wish'st for rescue, Then heed a friend's, a father's last, last warning! Wondering at thy infatuation, troubled By threatening, now no longer dark forebodings, By panic seiz'd, press'd by unwonted sadness, I left these hills, and thunder-peals announced me In Asgaard, every eye my trouble notic'd; Straightway around me stream'd the eldest Aser, Each first would know, what grief, or rather terror, Press'd down my eye. But straight Allfather made me A sign: he blushes, Balder, at thy weakness! He bade me keep it, whilst we could, a secret, And question first once more the ancient Mimer. I question'd him, and murky fate's explorer Thus answer'd: "If the sun (ah, hear and tremble, And save thee, whilst thou canst!) if it to-morrow, When by its glories yonder hills are brighten'd, Which oft have echoed back the half-god's wailings, Behold him yet in love and yet rejected, Then likewise it beholds the spear which slays him, And Odin's tears and all the Aser's sorrow!"

Thor Monologue from The Death of Balder

Rehearse Thor's monologue