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 noble.
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.
KRIEMHILD.
No wish to go!
GISELHER.
What say'st thou? We've no time!
We've much to do before our men march forth.
KRIEMHILD.
And is all that intrusted to your youth?
If I am dear to you, if you have not
Forgotten that one mother nourished us,
Ride after them.
GISELHER.
They're long since in the wood.
GERENOT.
And then thou hast one brother with him,
now,
KRIEMHILD.
I beg of you!
GISELHER.
We must collect the arms,
As thou shalt see.
[_Starts to go_.]
KRIEMHILD.
Then tell me one thing more
Is Hagen Siegfried's friend?
GERENOT.
Why not, I pray?
KRIEMHILD.
But h
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