BRÜNNHILDE
[Advances firmly and solemnly from the background to the front. Still at the back.
Silence! Your sorrow
Clamour less loud!
Now for vengeance his wife comes,
The woman all have betrayed.
[As she comes quietly forward.
I have heard you whining
As whine children
When milk is spilt by their mother;
But lamentation
Meet for a hero unmatched
I have not heard.
GUTRUNE
[Raising herself suddenly from the floor.
Brünnhilde, spite-envenomed!
Thou art the cause of our woe!
For, urged by thee, the men have slain him;
Cursèd hour that brought thee here!
BRÜNNHILDE
Peace, hapless wretch!
Thou never wert wife of his;
His leman wert thou,
Only that.
But I am his lawful bride;
To me was the binding oath sworn,
Before thy face he beheld.