I cannot help—
Falk.
Great God! It is not you—?
Svanhild.
Who win this overplus of bliss? Ah no!
Falk [with almost childish joy].
It is not you! O God be glorified!
What love, what mercy does He not bestow!
I shall not see you as another’s bride;—
’Twas but the fire of pain He bade me bear—