Ye are welcome to him,
If he is your love.
[The maidens laugh.
WOGLINDE
What would our guerdon be,
Siegfried, if we restored him?
SIEGFRIED
I have caught nothing yet,
So ask of me what you will.
WELLGUNDE
A golden ring
Gleams on thy finger.
THE THREE RHINE-MAIDENS
Wilt grant it?
SIEGFRIED
From a dragon grim
I won the ring in fight;
And think ye for a worthless bear-skin
I would exchange the gold?
WOGLINDE
Art thou so mean?
WELLGUNDE
In bargains so hard?
FLOSSHILDE
Free-handed
Thou with women shouldst be.
SIEGFRIED
On you did I waste my goods,
My wife would have cause to scold.
FLOSSHILDE
Is she a shrew?
WELLGUNDE
And beats thee sore?
WOGLINDE
Has the hero felt her hand?
[They laugh immoderately.
SIEGFRIED
Though gaily ye may laugh,
In grief ye shall be left,
For, mocking maids, this ring
Ye ask shall never be yours.
[The Rhine-Maidens have again joined hands for dancing.
FLOSSHILDE
So fair!
WELLGUNDE
So strong!
WOGLINDE
So worthy love!
THE THREE
How sad he should a miser be!
[They laugh and dive down.
SIEGFRIED
[Comes down nearer to the river.
Why should I stand
Their taunts and blame?
Why endure their scorn?
Did they return
To the bank again,
The ring gladly I'd give them.