Sköll. What is this?
Ottar. What do you call this? Seize her!
The First. Seize her! Easy to say! Dost thou court the palsy?
The Second. Or fits, at least!
Ottar. Cowards! [He advances upon her. The others, except Sköll, follow him yelling.]
Hans [snatches his sword, that hangs on a tree, and throws the assailants into confusion with a blow or two]. Ho, there! Let her alone, or--
Sköll. Look! Hans Lorbass!
The Others. Who? Our Hans?
Ottar [rubbing his shoulder]. How comest thou here? Thou still hast thy old strength, I find!
Sköll. Tell us, old Hans, what brings thee here? Is she thy latest love?