She bare him resistlessly backward with overmastering stress.
As in vice of steel she crushed him ’twixt the bed and an oaken press.
“Out on it!” his heart indignant cried; “if my limb and life
Be lost at the hands of a maiden, then every shrewish wife—
Who had dreamed not else of rebellion—against her lord shall upraise
Malapert brows of defiance through all earth’s coming days!”
Now the King heard all: for his champion with exceeding fear was he filled.
Then swift through the heart of Siegfried fierce shame and anger thrilled.
With the might of the Dwarfs and the Giants he hurled himself on his foe,
And strained his strength against Brunhild as in fury of madness-throe.