GUTRUNE
Siegfried! Such is thy might,
I am afraid of thee!
HAGEN [Calling from the shore.
I can see a sail in the distance.
SIEGFRIED
Now be the envoy thanked!
GUTRUNE
Let us give her gracious greeting,
That glad and gay she here may tarry!
Thou, Hagen, prithee
Summon the men
To the hall here for the wedding,
While blithe maids
To the feast I bid;
Our joy they will merrily share.
[As she goes towards the hall she turns round again.
Wilt thou rest, wicked man?