Still, women's wrath
Soon is appeased:
That I won her for thee
Thankful thy wife will be yet.
[He turns again to the vassals.
Follow me, men,
With mirth to the feast!
[To the women.
Gaily, women,
Help at the wedding!
Joyfully laugh
Love and delight!
In hall and grove
There shall be none
This day more merry than I!
Ye whom love has blessed,
Like myself light-hearted,
Follow and share in my mirth!
[He throws his arm in the highest spirits round Gutrune and draws her into the hall. The vassals and women follow, carried away by his example. All go off, except Brünnhilde, Gunther, and Hagen. Gunther, in deep shame and dejection, with his face covered, has seated himself on one side. Brünnhilde, standing in the foreground, gazes for some time sorrowfully after Siegfried and Gutrune, then droops her head.
BRÜNNHILDE [Lost in thought.
What dread demon's might
Moves here in darkness?
By what wizard's spell
Worked was the woe?
How weak is my wisdom
Faced by this puzzle!
And where shall I find
The runes for this riddle?
Oh, sorrow! Sorrow!
Woe's me! Woe's me!
I gave all my wisdom to him;
[With increasing emotion.
The maid in his power
He holds.
Fast in his fetters
Bound is the booty
That, weeping her grievous shame,
Gaily to others he gives!
Will none of you lend a sword
With which I may sever my bonds?
HAGEN
[Going close to Brünnhilde.
Leave that to me,
O wife betrayed;
I will avenge
Thy trust deceived.
BRÜNNHILDE [Looking round dully.
On whom?
HAGEN
On Siegfried, traitor to thee.
BRÜNNHILDE
On Siegfried? Thou?
[Smiling bitterly.
One single flash
Of his eye and its lightning—
Which streamed in its glory on me
Even through his disguise—
And thy heart would fail,
Shorn of its courage.
HAGEN
But to my spear
His perjury gives him.
BRÜNNHILDE
Truth and falsehood—
What matter words!
To arm thy spear
Seek for something stronger,
Strength such as his to withstand!
HAGEN
Well know I Siegfried's
Conquering strength:
How hard in battle to slay him;
But whisper to me
Some sure device