BRÜNNHILDE
[Breaking out in despair.
Wotan! Thou cruel,
Merciless God!
Woe! Now I see
How thine anger works!
To scorn and sorrow
I am condemned.
SIEGFRIED
[Springs down from the stone and approaches.
Night falls apace;
Within thy cave
Thou must receive thy husband.
BRÜNNHILDE
[Stretching out with a threatening gesture the finger on which she wears Siegfried's ring.
Stand back! Fear thou this token!
While I am shielded by this,
Thou canst not force me to shame.
SIEGFRIED