Thou liest! 'Twas
Thine envy!
HAGEN.
Silence!
SIEGFRIED.
Threats for a dead man?
Aimed I so true that thou dost fear me still?
Then draw, for now I fall, and thou canst dare
To spit upon me like a heap of dust,
For here I lie—
[He falls to the ground.]
And you are free from Siegfried!
Yet know, the blow that slew him killed you too,
For who will trust you? They will drive you forth
As I had driven the Danes.
HAGEN.
This simpleton!
He hath not grasped our trick!