NANNA (who has stood at the entrance of the scene, and has heard the latter part of Hother’s song). I overheard thee, weak, ignoble Hother!
HOTHER. Ah yes, weak! credulous!
NANNA. Save thyself repentance!
HOTHER. Where is thy demigod?
NANNA. This bosom, Hother, acquitteth me;
That were enough for Nanna, if—
HOTHER. Oh, pray, proceed!
NANNA (affectionately). Lov’d less—
HOTHER (contemptuously). Whom? Balder?
NANNA. Savage! what fiend has pour’d into thy bosom
His bane of late? Ha! fly from me: detest me!
Wilt thou love her thou canst mistrust!
HOTHER. Ah, Nanna!