Thou Nearest,
The hounds can be no longer held in leash;
What dost thou wish?
HAGEN.
Oh wait, pray, for thy flax!
And spin it in the moonlight with the elves.
KRIEMHILD.
Now go! I longed to see thee once again!
[HAGEN and SIEGFRIED go out.]
SCENE XIII
KRIEMHILD.
And should I call him to me ten times more
I'd never find the heart to tell it him.
How can we do what straightway we repent!