BOTH. Ah then his fame cheereth
His bride in her thrall.

NANNA. Ah, if thou now fallest?

HOTHER. And if I now fall?

NANNA. Then I shall be wasted
By ne'er-ceasing smart.

HOTHER. But were my fame blasted
Then break would thy heart.

NANNA. Oh! what is remaining?

HOTHER. My valour's proud story.

NANNA. Mere grief and complaining!

HOTHER. My name is thy glory.

NANNA. Oh! if thou now fallest.

HOTHER. And if I now fall,

NANNA. Then I shall be wasted
With grief and complaining!

HOTHER. My name is remaining;
But honour once blasted