O heaven! Say, where is he? where?

LOKE. With Nanna.

HOTHER. There? Now? (After some refection.) She drove me out.

LOKE. Perhaps, thou see'st
That she has rid herself of thee by cunning.

HOTHER. I simply thought the Alf had caus'd thy terror;
But Balder, false one, he shall soon experience
That I fear no one. [About to go.

LOKE. Softly, prince! be cautious!
I see thy courage; but thy foe is mighty.

HOTHER. Is my arm weak?

LOKE. It is against a half-god;
Yet he can die. I know a spear which slayeth.

HOTHER. Thou dreamest!

LOKE. Spare thy doubts. That spear or nothing
Can wound his breast.--But see, the sun is rising,
And I must fly to subterranean places;
But I'll forsake thee not. This horn I give thee,
And when thy need is greatest, then, O Hother!
Blow strongly in that horn, and turning westward,
Call thrice aloud on Vanfred--Vanfred! Vanfred!