Nay, thou art not?
SIEGFRIED (to himself).
I snatched at something.
KRIEMHILD.
That I'll soon believe.
SIEGFRIED (to himself).
I thrust it, when she grasped for it again,
Into my bosom, and—Now give it me!
No well is deep enough to hide it in;
With a great stone I'll sink it in the Rhine!
KRIEMHILD.
Siegfried!