Still stranger 't is to see
His noble stature tow'ring high above
All other men, so that it even seems
That he has gathered all the royal crowns
Of all the world to forge them into one,
And thus to show the world for the first time
A perfect picture of true majesty.
For it is true, while still upon the earth
More crowns than one are gleaming, none is round,
And for the sun's full circle even thou
Wearest a crescent pale upon thy head.
GUNTHER.
But see. Thou hast already viewed the man
With other eyes.
BRUNHILDA.
I greeted him ere thee.
Then slay him—challenge him—win my revenge!
GUNTHER.
Brunhilda! He's the husband of my sister,
And so his blood is mine.
BRUNHILDA.
Do battle then
With him and lay him low upon the ground,
And let me see thy rightful majesty
When he is as a footstool for thy feet!