Yes, all!
BRUNHILDA.
Then all is well! Then all is well!
UTE (to GUNTHER, who has approached).
My son, if she's too bitter toward thee now,
But give her time! The clamor of the crows
And ravens that she heard could never make
Her heart grow softer, but 'twill soften now
With the lark's song and with the nightingale.
HAGEN. So speaks the minstrel when he is in love,
And plays with foolish puppies. 'Tis enough!
The maiden must have time to find her heart,
But for the princess, hold her to her word;
By right of conquest she's already thine.—Then
claim thy rights!
(He calls.)
Chaplain!
(And starts on.)