He forced delight
And love from me.
SIEGFRIED
Dost thou so lightly
Hold thine honour,
The tongue that thus defames it
I must convict of its falsehood.
Hear whether faith I broke!
Blood-brotherhood
I have sworn unto Gunther;
Nothung, my trusty sword,
Guarded the sacred vow;
'Twixt me and this sad woman distraught
Its blade lay sharp.
BRÜNNHILDE
Behold how thou liest,
Crafty man,
Vainly as witness
Citing thy sword!
Full well I know its keenness,
And also the scabbard
Wherein so snugly
Hung on the wall
Nothung, the faithful friend,
When its lord won the woman he loved.
VASSALS and WOMEN
[Crowd together in violent indignation.
What! Siegfried a traitor?
Has he stained Gunther's honour?
GUNTHER [To Siegfried.