The Norns vanish. See p. 108.
SIEGFRIED
Wonderful woman, more
Thy gifts than I can guard!
O chide not if thy teaching
Has left me still untaught.
[With fire.
That Brünnhilde lives for me—
To that lore I hold fast;
And one lesson I have learned—
Brünnhilde to remember!
BRÜNNHILDE
If thou wouldst truly love me,
Think of thyself alone,
And of thy deeds of daring!
The raging fire remember
That fearless thou didst fare through
When around the rock it burned—