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Poetic Edda

Bale and hatred  I bring to the gods, And their mead with venom I mix."
  Eldir spake:4. "If in thou goest  to Ægir's hall, And fain the feast wouldst see,And with slander and spite  wouldst sprinkle the gods, Think well lest they wipe it on thee."
  Loki spake:5. "Bethink thee, Eldir,  if thou and I Shall strive with spiteful speech;Richer I grow  in ready words If thou speakest too much to me."

Then Loki went into the hall, but when they who were there saw who had entered, they were all silent.

  Loki spake:6.[1] "Thirsty I come  into this thine hall, I, Lopt, from a journey long,To ask of the gods  that one should give Fair mead for a drink to me.
7.[2] "Why sit ye silent,  swollen with pride, Ye gods, and no answer give?
  1. ↑ Lopt: like Lothur (cf. Voluspo, 18) another name for Loki; cf. Hyndluljoth, 43, and Svipdagsmol, 42.
  2. ↑ In the manuscript this stanza begins with a small letter, and Heinzel unites it with stanza 6.

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