Then all his harness of battle they set before him there:
And soon the mighty Rhine-lord lapped in his war-mail stood.
But the spirit of Hagen was darkened, and he chafed in bitter mood.
Then out spake Hagen’s brother. Dankwart the valiant: “I rue—
Yea, my inmost soul repenteth that hither we came to woo!
Good knights, time was, men called us! Shall we tamely yield our breath?
Here in the land of the stranger shall a woman do us to death?
Sore vexed am I for our folly, that ever we came to her land!
Ha, if that my brother Hagen but grasped his sword in hand,
And I had also my war-glaive, soon these should abate their pride,