I will solve
This riddle for thee when thou art mine own.
BRUNHILDA.
Ere I am thine thy secret will I know.
UTE.
Thou wilt refuse to call me mother then?
Oh tarry not too long, for I am old.
And worn with many sorrows!
BRUNHILDA.
As I swore,
I'll go with him to church, and I will be
Most willingly thy daughter—not his wife.
HAGEN (to FRIGGA).
Pray quiet her!