Svanhild [in gentle reproof, withdrawing her hand].
O, why have you betrayed yourself? How sweet
It was when we as friends could freely meet!
You should have kept your counsel. Can we stake
Our bliss upon a word that we may break?
Now you have spoken, all is over.
Falk.
No!
I’ve pointed to the goal,—now leap with me,
My high-souled Svanhild—if you dare, and show