Hans. Yes, you!
Ottar. Thou wouldst draw us out then?
Hans. No need. I know that trade a thousand miles away. You are wreckers!
All [laughing]. Of course.
Hans [half to himself]. See, see!
Sköll. Only the name is not quite right. We are wreckers hereabouts; but we chiefly rob upon the high seas.
Hans. And your Duke?
Ottar. There's a man! He stands foremost in the attack. When the grappling-irons lay hold, when the javelin whistles in the air, when down upon the rashly canted dragon crashes the boarding-plank, when above they wait like calves for the slaughter, then rings his murder-cry: Ho huzzah!
All. Ho huzzah!
Hans [half to himself]. It must be fine. [Aloud.] Then in the battle--how shows he there?