O lovely maid,
Lower thine eyes;
My heart is aflame,
Burnt by their light;
They kindle my blood; it flows
In devouring torrents of fire.
[With a trembling voice.
Gunther, what name is thy sister's?
GUNTHER
Gutrune.
SIEGFRIED [Softly.
Can those be good runes
That in her eyes I am reading?
[He ardently seizes Gutrune's hand.
With thy brother I was fain to serve;
His pride my prayer scorned.
Were I to pray the same of thee,
Wouldst thou like him be proud?