Thor, with Angels: A Play

Thor, with Angels: A Play

Thor, with Angels: A Play

Thor, with Angels: A Play

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A Jutish farmstead, both within and without. To the left a group of trees; to the right a shed, in which COLGRIN, an elderly man, is asleep among the straw. Enter QUICHELM. He hammers at the jarm door.

QUICHELM. Hyo, there! Who's awake? Where's The welcome of women for warfarers? Where's my Wodenfearing mother? Hey! hey! Spare some sleep for us: Leave us half a snore and a stale dream. Here's your battery of males come home! Our bones are aching; we're as wet As bogworms. Who's alive in there?

COLGRIN. There's an infernal clatter. What's the matter? Foof! Straw in the nostrils. That's bad. Who's blaspheming in the thick of the mist? I've got you on my weapon's point. (Where the Valhalla is it?)

QUICHELM. Colgrin, You scrawny old scurfscratcher, is that you?

COLGRIN. Frog-man, fen-fiend, werewolf, oul, elf, Or whatever unnatural thing you are Croaking in the voice of Master Quichelm Who I happen to know is away waging war, Stand away from the swiping of my sword. (Where in thunder did I put it?)

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