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Thou'rt severe.
SIEGFRIED.
But let me go! The breeze will change my mood.
Tomorrow night I'll make my peace with thee.
HAGEN.
Then come!
SIEGFRIED.
I will. But now my farewell kiss.
[_He embraces_ KRIEMHILD.]
Thou'lt not deny me? Thou'lt not say, tomorrow, As I do? Thou art n.o.ble.
KRIEMHILD.
Oh, come back!
SIEGFRIED.
But what a strange desire! What's wrong, I pray?
I go a-hunting with my own good friends, And if the lofty mountains do not fall And bury us, we cannot suffer harm.
KRIEMHILD.
Alas! That is the very thing I dreamed.
SIEGFRIED.
My child, the hills stand firm.
KRIEMHILD (_throws her arms around him once more_).
Come back! Come back!
[_Exeunt warriors_.]
SCENE XII
KRIEMHILD.
Siegfried!
SIEGFRIED (_appears once more_).
What now?
KRIEMHILD.
If thou wouldst not be angry--
HAGEN (_follows SIEGFRIED hastily_).
Well, hast thou got thy spindle yet?
SIEGFRIED (_to_ KRIEMHILD).
Thou Nearest, The hounds can be no longer held in leash; What dost thou wish?
HAGEN.
Oh wait, pray, for thy flax!
And spin it in the moonlight with the elves.
KRIEMHILD.
Now go! I longed to see thee once again!
[HAGEN _and_ SIEGFRIED _go out_.]
SCENE XIII
KRIEMHILD.
And should I call him to me ten times more I'd never find the heart to tell it him.
How can we do what straightway we repent!
SCENE XIV
_Enter_ GERENOT _and_ GISELHER.
KRIEMHILD.
Are you not gone? The Lord hath sent them here!
My dearest brothers, earnestly I beg Vouchsafe me my desire, though to you It seems but foolish. Go ye with my lord Where'er he goes, and keep behind his back.
GERENOT.
We are not going. We've no wish to go.