We both should lose all.

BOTH. The slave only feareth,
The hero can fall;
But then his fame cheereth
His bride in her thrall.

NANNA (with a terrified look, she seizes HOTHER by the arm, upon
perceiving BALDER). Ah! Hother, come.

BALDER, HOTHER, NANNA.

BALDER. Dost fly me, cruel Nanna!
Am I so frightful? how have I offended?

HOTHER (will rush towards BALDER, but NANNA makes every effort to prevent
him). Ha, Balder, we have met at last.

NANNA (much agitated). My Hother!
Ah, if thou lovest me--if thou respectest my prayer--

BALDER. Thy Hother? O, ye gods! how bitter!

HOTHER. To thee, perhaps to me 'tis sweet and grateful!

BALDER (with majesty). Presumptuous one!

NANNA (casts herself in her anguish nearly at HOTHER'S feet, who is about
to lay hands on BALDER). If thou hast ever lov'd me,
Come with me, Hother! come unto my father!