SIEGFRIED
[Still sitting under the lime-tree.
'Twere well to close up his gullet;
His fangs I will therefore avoid.
MIME
Poison pours
From his venomous mouth;
Were he to spue out
Spittle on thee,
Thy body and bones would decay.
SIEGFRIED
That the poison may not consume me,
I will keep out of its reach.
MIME
A serpent's tail
Sweeping he swings;
Were that about thee wound
And folded close,
Thy limbs would be broken like glass.
SIEGFRIED