Enter GERENOT and GISELHER.
KRIEMHILD.
Are you not gone? The Lord hath sent them here!
My dearest brothers, earnestly I beg
Vouchsafe me my desire, though to you
It seems but foolish. Go ye with my lord
Where'er he goes, and keep behind his back.
GERENOT.
We are not going. We've no wish to go.
KRIEMHILD.
No wish to go!
GISELHER.
What say'st thou? We've no time!
We've much to do before our men march forth.