O shame!
Dishonour!
Woe is me!
No man has known such sorrow!
HAGEN
In shame thou liest—
That is true.
BRÜNNHILDE [To Gunther.
O craven man!
Falsest of friends!
Hidden behind
The hero wert thou
While won were for thee
The prize and the glory.
Low indeed
The race must have sunk
That breeds such cowards as thou!
GUNTHER [Beside himself.
Deceived am I—and deceiver!
Betrayed am I—and betrayer!
My strength be consumed,
And broken my heart!
Help, Hagen!
Help for my honour!
Help, for my mother was thine—
Thee too she bore!
HAGEN
No help from head
Or hand will suffice:
'Tis Siegfried's death we need.