BRÜNNHILDE [Starting up furiously.
What wisdom forewarned of,
And runes hinted darkly,
In helpless despair
Is plain to me now.
[Passionately.
Gutrune is the spell
That stole my husband's heart away!
Woe be her lot!
HAGEN [To Gunther.
If this grief we must give her,
Conceal how Siegfried died.
We go to-morrow
Merrily hunting;
The hero gallops ahead;
We find him slain by a boar.
BRÜNNHILDE and HAGEN
So shall it be!
Perish Siegfried!
Purged be the shame
He brought on me!
Faith sworn by oath
He has broken;
Now with his blood
Let him atone!
Avenging,
All-hearing God!
Oath-witness,
And lord of vows!
Wotan, come at my call!
Send thou thine awful
Heavenly host
Hither to hear
While I vow revenge!
HAGEN