To thy lover glad
Be gracious;
For wife I have won thee to-day.
GUTRUNE
Comes then Brünnhild' with my brother?
SIEGFRIED
None ever wooed with more ease.
GUTRUNE
Was he not scorched by the fire?
SIEGFRIED
It had not burnt him, I trow;
But I broke through it instead,
That I for wife might win thee.
GUTRUNE