On Siegfried, traitor to thee.
BRÜNNHILDE
On Siegfried? Thou?
[Smiling bitterly.
One single flash
Of his eye and its lightning—
Which streamed in its glory on me
Even through his disguise—
And thy heart would fail,
Shorn of its courage.
HAGEN
But to my spear
His perjury gives him.
BRÜNNHILDE
Truth and falsehood—
What matter words!
To arm thy spear
Seek for something stronger,
Strength such as his to withstand!
HAGEN