HOTHER. Ye heavens! do I dream! Enamour'd half-god!
Excuse me for disturbing thee!
BALDER (as he rises up). There is he!
NANNA (goes tenderly to meet HOTHER). Ah, Hother! Ah, my Hother!
HOTHER (pushes her back with his hand). Go, false woman!
BALDER. Gods, how unthankful art thou--how ferocious!
Can such a bear of Nanna be deserving?
HOTHER (takes his shield down from the tree). Now, pay for all, and end
thy prate in Valhall!