If thou couldst know how thou didst anger me,
Then even thou—
BRUNHILDA (turns away).
KRIEMHILD.
Since thou dost love my brother,
How canst thou hate the means that gave thee him
To be his bride?
BRUNHILDA.
Oh, Oh!
HAGEN.
Away! Away!
SIEGFRIED (leading KRIEMHILD away).
There's been no tattling here, as you shall see.