"O there is none in all the world Who lieth so near to my heart As doth the bold King Hafbur: Ne'er in him shall I have a part. "As doth the bold King Hafbur That mine eyes shall never know: Nought but the sound of his gold-wrought horn As he rides to the Thing and fro." "O, is it Hafbur the King's son That thy loved heart holdeth dear? Turn hither, O my well-beloved, To thy side I lie so near." "If thou art the King's son Hafbur, Why wilt thou shame me, love, Why ridest thou not to my father's garth With hound, and with hawk upon glove?" "Once was I in thy father's garth, With hound and hawk and all; And with many mocks he said me nay, In such wise did our meeting fall." All the while they talked together They deemed alone they were, But the false nurse ever stood close without, And nought thereof she failed to hear. O shame befall that evil nurse, Ill tidings down she drew, She stole away his goodly sword, But and his byrny new. She took to her his goodly sword, His byrny blue she had away, And she went her ways to the high bower Whereas King Siward lay. "Wake up, wake up, King Siward! Over long thou sleepest there, The while the King's son Hafbur Lies abed by Signy the fair." "No Hafbur is here, and no King's son, That thou shouldst speak this word; He is far away in the east-countries, Warring with knight and lord. "Hold thou thy peace, thou evil nurse, And lay on her no lie, Or else tomorn ere the sun is up In the bale-fire shall ye die." "O hearken to this, my lord and king, And trow me nought but true; Look here upon his bright white sword, But and his byrny blue!" Then mad of mind waxed Siward, Over all the house 'gan he cry, "Rise up, O mighty men of mine, For a hardy knight is anigh: "Take ye sword and shield in hand, And look that they be true; For Hafbur the King hath guested with us; Stiffnecked he is, great deeds to do." So there anigh the high-bower door They stood with spear and glaive "Rise up, rise up, Young Hafbur, Out here we would thee have!" That heard the goodly Signy, And she wrang her hands full sore: "Hearken and heed, O Hafbur, Who stand without by the door!" Thank and praise to the King's son Hafbur, Manly he played and stout! None might lay hand upon him While the bed-post yet held out. But they took him, the King's son Hafbur, And set him in bolts new wrought; Then lightly he rent them asunder, As though they were leaden and nought. Out and spake the ancient nurse, And she gave a rede of ill; "Bind ye him but in Signy's hair. So shall hand and foot lie still. "Take ye but one of Signy's hairs Hafbur's hands to bind, Ne'er shall he rend them asunder, His heart to her is so kind." Then took they two of Signy's hairs Bonds for his hands to be, Nor might he rive them asunder, So dear to his heart was she. Then spake the sweetling Signy As the tears fast down her cheek did fall: "O rend it asunder, Hafbur, That gift to thee I give withal."