Duke. What drivest thou now?
Hans. I drive naught, my lord, I am driven.
Duke [threateningly]. It pleases thee to jest.
Hans. And thee to be galled thereat.
Duke. That fellow's corpse was never found! Now clear thyself from the suspicion.
Hans. Think what thou wilt. Covered with wounds I sunk it in the ocean's depths.
Duke. I trust thee. If thou wilt swear thy truth to me, then come. With me all is feasting and revelry.
Hans [looking out to sea again]. Thank thee, my lord. I care not to do murder, and I can play the robber by myself.
Duke. Seize him.
Sköll [beseechingly]. Master, our dearest companion, who never yet has played us false.