(Enter Gorm.)
How dare you lag so?His gait is strange. Look, child,
What ails him? Is he drunk? Oh, oh, ’tis Gorm.
I know him by his breathing.
(Icelin leaves Dansberg and goes to Gorm. They whisper together. Dansberg sits trembling.)
Icelin. I know him by his breathing.You’re late.
Gorm. Icelin. I know him by his breathing.You’re late.I have run.
Icelin.We shall be miss’d.
Gorm. Icelin.We shall be miss’d.It is not done?
Icelin. Gorm. Icelin.We shall be miss’d.It is not done?Not done!