Though grim and spiteful the brute,
I grieve over his death,
While there live still, unpunished,
Blacker scoundrels than he was!
The one who bade me slay
I hate far more than the slain.
MIME [Very friendly.
Have patience! Thou wilt not
Look on me long.
[Sweetly.
In endless sleep
Soon thine eyelids will be sealed.
Thy uses are over,
[As if praising him.
Done is the deed;
The only task left
For me is to win the booty.
Methinks that task will not tax me;
Thou wert always easy to fool.
SIEGFRIED
To me thou art plotting harm, then?
MIME [Astonished.