Hardgrep, daughter of Wagnhofde, tried to enfeeble his firm spirit with her lures of love, contending and constantly averring that he ought to offer the first dues of the marriage bed in wedlock with her, who had proffered to his childhood most zealous and careful fostering, and had furnished him with his first rattle.
Nor was she content with admonishing in plain words, but began a strain of song as follows: "Why doth thy life thus waste and wander?
Why dost thou pass thy years unwed, following arms, thirsting for throats?
Nor does my beauty draw thy vows.

Carried away by excess of frenzy, thou art little prone to love.

Steeped in blood and slaughter, thou judgest wars better than the bed, nor refreshest thy soul with incitements.

Thy fierceness finds no leisure; dalliance is far from thee, and savagery fostered.

Nor is thy hand free from blasphemy while thou loathest the rites of love.