Gorm. You cowardly dog.Hold, Icelin.
Icelin. Gorm. You cowardly dog.Hold, Icelin.I am sick
At sight of him. It was I who struck you.
Dansberg. At sight of him. It was I who struck you.Yes.
’Twas she who struck me.
Icelin. ’Twas she who struck me.And I will again.
Dansberg.Then I will turn to you my other cheek,
You have not struck yet.
Icelin. You have not struck yet.There, then!
Dansberg. Icelin. You have not struck yet.There, then!See, O God!