The Death of Balder Part 5

THE THIRD. The sire of many warlike kings of Leire!

[They vanish.

HOTHER. There's nought but sorcery upon these mountains!

They've vanished! Do I dream to-day? Where am I?

Sight, feeling, reason are alike enchanted!

But here, ye G.o.ds! here in my bosom rages The magic--Vanfred's poison. Nanna, Nanna!

Shall I mistrust thee, then--shall I, thy Hother?

[He places the two spears against a tree, whereon he hangs his s.h.i.+eld.

That which the first VALKYRIER gave him he retains in his hand.

The fire which love enkindles First warms with bliss the heart, But soon, ah! soon the traitor Awaketh burning smart!

Love's flame at first discloses Pure innocence alone; But quickly by its splendour A deed of guilt is shown.

O love! thy bliss is vanish'd, Thy flame extinguish quite, For in my bride black falsehood Now only meets my sight.

NANNA, HOTHER.

NANNA (who has stood at the entrance of the scene, and has heard the latter part of Hother's song). I overheard thee, weak, ign.o.ble Hother!

HOTHER. Ah yes, weak! credulous!

NANNA. Save thyself repentance!

HOTHER. Where is thy demiG.o.d?

NANNA. This bosom, Hother, acquitteth me; That were enough for Nanna, if--

HOTHER. Oh, pray, proceed!

NANNA (affectionately). Lov'd less--

HOTHER (contemptuously). Whom? Balder?

NANNA. Savage! what fiend has pour'd into thy bosom His bane of late? Ha! fly from me: detest me!

Wilt thou love her thou canst mistrust!

HOTHER. Ah, Nanna!

NANNA. I have debas'd myself to excusation (Virtue from that, O Hother, ever shrinketh); Yet trust'st thou not?--one's wont to trust the lov'd one!

Thou know'st (I told it thee before) that Gevar, Thy wise instructor, has declar'd that Heaven Threatens a b.l.o.o.d.y, horrible misfortune, In case our love be nois'd about in Asgaard, Ere certain stars shall stand in other orbits; And canst thou wonder when so great an Asa As Odin's Balder cometh unexpected, That I all trembling will conceal--

HOTHER. Ha, trembling!

My curse upon the slave who first invented A word which ne'er my Nanna's lips should sully; Thy excusations kill me! I imagined It was a chaste, a maidenish reflection, That made my Nanna blush at our affection: Unmurmuring I obeyed, and kept in secret.

Why hast thou ta'en from me that sweet delusion?

Why spak'st thou not, and say for whom thou tremblest?

For Balder's death? Thou lovest then thy half-G.o.d.

But no, ye G.o.ds! No, I believe thee, Nanna!

It is for mine, for Hother's death, thou fearest.

Then think'st thou me so weak, so wholly powerless, And lov'st me still? When e'er lov'd maids the dastard?

NANNA. 'Tis no disgrace to quake before a half-G.o.d!

HOTHER. 'Fore Odin's self mere cowards quake. Now hear me!

I--I, or Balder, die to-day!

NANNA. O Hother!

I came to quarrel, came prepar'd with anger; But ah, in burning tears it soon has melted.

Thou die, or Balder! he--a half-G.o.d!

HOTHER. Nanna!

Thy tears insult me sore, and yet--I know not-- They gladden me--they torture--they enchant me.

I love them--I excuse them--I--I know not-- O tear--sweet, bitter tear, desist from flowing!

Thou showest tenderness--but ah! betrayest Mistrust and slight respect!--ah, love thy Hother, But oh! believe, he will deserve thee, Nanna: Thy heart is far too n.o.ble for the coward Who beareth s.h.i.+eld and sword and yet can tremble.

HOTHER. The slave only feareth.

NANNA. The hero can fall!

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

NANNA. Ah then his bride weeps!

HOTHER. She's honour'd.

NANNA. She weepeth!

HOTHER. She's honour'd.

NANNA. And weepeth.

HOTHER. Ah, then his fame cheereth His bride in her thrall.

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!