How else could I come by the booty,
Which Alberich covets as well?
[He pours the liquid into the drinking-horn, and offers it to Siegfried with pressing gestures.
Now, my Wälsung,
Wolf-begot,
Drink the draught and be choked,
And never drink again!
[Tittering.
SIEGFRIED [Threatens him with his sword.
Taste thou my sword,
Loathsome babbler!
[As if seized by violent loathing, he gives Mime a sharp stroke with his sword. Instantly Mime falls dead to the ground. Alberich's voice in mocking laughter from the cleft.
SIEGFRIED
[Looking at Mime on the ground, quietly hangs his sword again on his belt.