BALDER, HOTHER, NANNA.
BALDER. Dost fly me, cruel Nanna!
Am I so frightful? how have I offended?
HOTHER (will rush towards BALDER, but NANNA makes every effort to prevent him). Ha, Balder, we have met at last.
NANNA (much agitated). My Hother!
Ah, if thou lovest me—if thou respectest my prayer—
BALDER. Thy Hother? O, ye gods! how bitter!
HOTHER. To thee, perhaps to me ’tis sweet and grateful!
BALDER (with majesty). Presumptuous one!
NANNA (casts herself in her anguish nearly at HOTHER’S feet, who is about to lay hands on BALDER). If thou hast ever lov’d me,
Come with me, Hother! come unto my father!
HOTHER. What! shall I fly?
NANNA. Do thou whate’er thou pleasest!
Thou wouldst not have me perish in the forest,
Thou wouldst not, sure, that I should be a witness—