With me art wroth for that?
GUNTHER
Woe and grief
For aye be thy portion!
HAGEN
[Stepping forward with terrible defiance.
Yes, then, 'tis true that I slew him.
I—Hagen—
Did him to death!
By my spear he falsely swore,
So by my spear he fell.
I have the sacred right
Now to demand my booty,
And what I claim is this ring.
GUNTHER
Away! Thou shalt not have
What forfeit falls to me.
HAGEN
Ye vassals, judge of my right!