LOKE. Pretty folly!
Balder invisible! the handsome half-god!
HOTHER. What! Balder, son of Odin? He her lover?
O heaven! Say, where is he? where?
LOKE. With Nanna.
HOTHER. There? Now? (After some refection.) She drove me out.
LOKE. Perhaps, thou see’st
That she has rid herself of thee by cunning.
HOTHER. I simply thought the Alf had caus’d thy terror;
But Balder, false one, he shall soon experience
That I fear no one. [About to go.
LOKE. Softly, prince! be cautious!
I see thy courage; but thy foe is mighty.
HOTHER. Is my arm weak?
LOKE. It is against a half-god;
Yet he can die. I know a spear which slayeth.
HOTHER. Thou dreamest!