Wife it shall make thee to Gunther;
With this ring thou shalt be wed.
BRÜNNHILDE
Stand back, base robber!
Impious thief!
Nor dare, overbold, to draw near!
Stronger than steel
Made by the ring,
I never will yield!
SIEGFRIED
That it must be mine
I learn from thy lips.
[He presses towards her. There is a struggle. Brünnhilde wrenches herself free, flies and turns round as if to defend herself. Siegfried seizes her again. She flies; he reaches her. They wrestle violently together. Siegfried catches her hand and draws the ring from her finger. She gives a loud scream. As she sinks helpless into his arms her unconscious look meets Siegfried's eyes. Siegfried lays her fainting on the stone bench at the entrance to the cave.
SIEGFRIED
Now thou art mine!
Brünnhilde, Gunther's bride,
Lead me the way to thy cave!
BRÜNNHILDE