LOKE. No; but oftentimes her bridegroom
Has come fatigued with hunting, to my hovel.
BALDER. Ah who—
LOKE (turns away as if to depart). She dwells there, does she?
BALDER (seizes him by the arm). Stay! who is the bride-groom?
Speak, reptile, speak! Who? When? Reply, thou traitor,
Or here thou diest!
LOKE. Spare me, sir, in mercy!
I faint with terror!
BALDER. Speak! by all the powers,
Thy smallest hair is sacred! I have promised.
Now, speak!
LOKE. I am an old and harmless creature.
BALDER. But Nanna’s bridegroom?
LOKE. Truly, sir, I wonder,
That one like thee, a dweller ’mongst these mountains,
Should know him not, the noblest and the bravest
Of all the sons of earth.
BALDER. Ye gods of heaven!
And who? His name?