KRIEMHILD.
I'd not bear
The heat of battle.
BRUNHILDA.
Then thou shouldst not try
To judge of it!—No insult I intend.
Nay, do not draw thy hand away from mine!
It may be so, and yet I thought this joy
Were but for me alone.
KRIEMHILD.
What dost thou mean?
BRUNHILDA. Surely no woman can rejoice to see
Her husband conquered.
KRIEMHILD.
Never!
BRUNHILDA. Nor deceive
Herself if in the fray he's not unhorsed,
Because his conqueror spares him.