Hans. I tell thee, thou brute beast, thou calf, thou knave, thou thief, as truly as I love thee as my brother, I will kill thee!
Sköll. Not so fierce!
Hans. There, which one of them drives the other in the corner, now? Eh?
Sköll. What?... I will stand above both sides and wait to see which one comes out ahead.
Hans. Ho, ho! How the rascal puffs! Yes, thou wilt learn to run, my fine fellow! Another blow! He struck him not! Now for thy life!--What is he thinking of? [Shrieks out.] My master bleeds!
Sköll. Ei, ei!
Hans. Wipe it off! Whisk it away! That little blood-letting but sharpens the anger, pricks the hate and--
Sköll. Look!
Hans. Now gather all thy powers together, master! And all my love for thee turn into fire and flame, that--
[Pause. Then a woman's shriek is heard, and the ringing fall of a man's body. A dull murmur of many voices follows.]