No word with him, whatever he may say!
SIEGFRIED (crawls forward).
Murdered—while I was drinking! Gunther, Gunther?
Have I deserved this from thee? In thy need
I stood by thee.
HAGEN.
Lop branches from the trees,
We need a bier. Quick, choose the strongest limbs,
For heavy is a dead man.
SIEGFRIED.
I am slain,
But yet not wholly!
[He springs up.]
Where then is my sword?
They've taken it! Oh, by thy manhood, Hagen,
Give the dead man a sword! I challenge thee
E'en now to mortal combat!