[More gloomily.
Thy blood alone is there.
SIEGFRIED [Laughing.
With thine, then, be it mingled!
[He pours from Gunther's horn into his own so that it runs over.
Thus mixed the wine flows over
To Mother Earth
May it prove a cordial kind!
GUNTHER [With a deep sigh.
Thou over-joyous man!
SIEGFRIED [Low, to Hagen.