I marvel at her also.
GUNTHER. And withal
She neither drives nor urges, as with things
Bound up with time and place and human will
'Twere natural to do. She questions not
Nor changes countenance, but sits amazed
That any man should speak and not announce—
The deed is done!
HAGEN.
But I must tell thee this:
His spell is on her, and her very hate
Is rooted deep in love!
GUNTHER.
Believ'st thou so?
HAGEN.
'Tis not such love as binds, a man and wife,
In holy union.
GUNTHER.
How then?