“O noble Daughter of Princes, unto me commit the key,
And I will deal forth thy treasure,” said the valiant thane, “for thee.
If any cry out on the niggard, on me be all blame thrown!”
—That Dankwart was open-handed, full soon was to all men known.
When to Hagen’s brother committed was the key of her treasury,
The hand of the hero scattered rich gifts all lavishly.
Who craved but one mark only, on him was so much showered
That the poor of the land through their life-days might aye live gladness-dowered.
Pounds of silver uncounted by hundreds lavished he;
And forth of her halls passed many in goodly bravery