Balthilda.
So be it, then. (_She drinks and shakes with laughter_.) Ugh! That hath
a bad taste.
Teja.
Give it to me. (_He drinks_.) Nay! (_He drinks again_.) Go!... Art thou
then such a despiser of nourishment?... Yea, who art thou then? And how
comest thou hither? And just what wilt thou of me?
Balthilda.