HAGEN
Then no weapon forged could wound him?
BRÜNNHILDE
In battle none;—yet—
Did the blow strike his back!
Never—I knew that—
Would he give way,
Or turn and fly, the foe pursuing,
So there I gave him no blessing.
HAGEN
And there shall my spear strike!
[He turns quickly from Brünnhilde to Gunther.
Up, Gunther,
Noble Gibichung!
Here stands thy valiant wife.
Why hang thy head in grief?
GUNTHER
[Starting up passionately.