Sköll. Leave me alone! When I sleep I am happy.
Hans [startled]. What--Sköll?
Sköll. Hans Lor--
Hans. Hsh--sh!
Sköll. Well, old fellow, what wilt thou in this berth?
Hans. Thy master is here?
Sköll. Well, yes!
Hans. The devil take him! [Looking round at the Prince.] What now?
Sköll. What now? Why now, we will have a drink.
Hans. What draws you here!