BALDER. Fall, nidding!
HOTHER. Ha, beware thee!
BALDER. Die!
[He stumbles, and runs the spear into his breast; whereupon he immediately drops his sword and sinks upon one knee.
HOTHER. Ha, Balder!
BALDER. Ha, Nanna!—Thor! I have deserv’d my fortune.
[He dies, and a mighty whirlwind passes over the scene.
NANNA. Ye heavens!
HOTHER. He is dead, the mighty Balder!
A VOICE FAR AWAY IN THE FOREST. He is dead, the mighty Balder!