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 I would crush to marrow this croaker of ill, And beat all his body to bits."

Loki spake: "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: "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: "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: "Drunk art thou, Loki, and mad are thy deeds, Why, Loki, leavst thou this not?