INGEBORG. He has learned the nixie's songs.
HEMMING. Let him go, let him go!
ARNE. No,—not even were he the nixie himself—
SCENE V
[The Preceding.]
[THORGJERD has in the meantime gone to the edge of the stage to the left; at ARNE's last words he turns about suddenly as if he had been addressed.]
THORGJERD. [As he draws a step or two nearer.] What do you want of me?
ARNE. [Startled.] What's that?