KRIEMHILD.
If a lion told the tale
'Twere less incredible!
SIEGFRIED.
And yet 'tis true.
KRIEMHILD.
This hurts me most! To such a man as thou,
The sin itself, however black it be,
Is more becoming than the cloak of lies
Wherewith he fain would hide it.
Enter GUNTHER and BRUNHILDA.
SIEGFRIED.
We must go!
They come!