What makes thee think that?
[Continuing tenderly.
Siegfried, listen, my own one!
I have always loathed
Thee and all that are like thee.
It was not from love
That I reared thee with care:
The gold hid in Fafner's cave
I worked for as my reward.
[As if he were promising him something nice.
If thou wilt not yield
It up to me,
[As if he were ready to lay down his life for him.
Siegfried, my son,
Thou plainly must see
[As if in friendly jest.
I have no choice but to slay thee!