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Siegfried & The Twilight of the Gods. The Ring of the Niblung, part 2
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"On rocky heights her home;
Surrounded by fire her hall"…?
GUNTHER
He only who braves the fire…
SIEGFRIED
[As if making an intense effort to remember something.
"He only who braves the fire"…?
GUNTHER
May Brünnhilde's wooer be.
[Siegfried shows by a gesture that at the mention of Brünnhilde's name all remembrance of her has faded.
I dare not essay the dread mountain;
The flames would not fall for me.
SIEGFRIED
[Awakes from his dreamy state, and turns to Gunther high-spirited and gay.
For thee I will win her,
Of fire I have no fear;
For thy man am I,
And my strength is thine,
If Gutrun' I win as my wife.
GUNTHER
Gutrune gladly I grant thee
SIEGFRIED
Thou shalt have Brünnhilde then.
GUNTHER
But how wilt deceive her?
SIEGFRIED
I will wear the Tarnhelm
And appear in thy form.
GUNTHER
Then let the oath now be sworn!
SIEGFRIED
Blood-brotherhood
Sworn be by oath!
[Hagen fills a drinking-horn with fresh wine; he holds it out to Siegfried and Gunther, who cut their arms with their swords and hold them for a short pace over the horn; then they each lay two fingers on the horn, which Hagen continues to hold between them.
SIEGFRIED and GUNTHER
Quickening blood
Of blossoming life
Lo! I drop in the horn!
Bravely mixed
In brotherly love,
Bloom our blood in the draught!
Troth I drink to the friend
Glad and free
To-day from the bond
Blood-brotherhood spring!
But if broken the bond,
Or if faithless the friend,
What in drops to-day
We drink kindly
In torrents wildly shall flow,
Paying treachery's wage.
So—sealed be the bond!
So—pledged be my faith!
[Gunther drinks and hands the horn to Siegfried, who finishes the draught, and holds out the empty horn to Hagen. Hagen breaks the horn in two with his sword. Gunther and Siegfried join hands.
SIEGFRIED
[Observes Hagen, who, while the oat was being sworn, has stood behind him.
Why hast not thou plighted thy troth?
HAGEN
My blood had soured the good draught.
It flows not pure
And noble like yours;
Stubborn and cold,
Slow it runs,
My cheek refusing to redden.
I hold aloof
From hot-blooded bonds.
Surrounded by fire her hall"…?
GUNTHER
He only who braves the fire…
SIEGFRIED
[As if making an intense effort to remember something.
"He only who braves the fire"…?
GUNTHER
May Brünnhilde's wooer be.
[Siegfried shows by a gesture that at the mention of Brünnhilde's name all remembrance of her has faded.
I dare not essay the dread mountain;
The flames would not fall for me.
SIEGFRIED
[Awakes from his dreamy state, and turns to Gunther high-spirited and gay.
For thee I will win her,
Of fire I have no fear;
For thy man am I,
And my strength is thine,
If Gutrun' I win as my wife.
GUNTHER
Gutrune gladly I grant thee
SIEGFRIED
Thou shalt have Brünnhilde then.
GUNTHER
But how wilt deceive her?
SIEGFRIED
I will wear the Tarnhelm
And appear in thy form.
GUNTHER
Then let the oath now be sworn!
SIEGFRIED
Blood-brotherhood
Sworn be by oath!
[Hagen fills a drinking-horn with fresh wine; he holds it out to Siegfried and Gunther, who cut their arms with their swords and hold them for a short pace over the horn; then they each lay two fingers on the horn, which Hagen continues to hold between them.
SIEGFRIED and GUNTHER
Quickening blood
Of blossoming life
Lo! I drop in the horn!
Bravely mixed
In brotherly love,
Bloom our blood in the draught!
Troth I drink to the friend
Glad and free
To-day from the bond
Blood-brotherhood spring!
But if broken the bond,
Or if faithless the friend,
What in drops to-day
We drink kindly
In torrents wildly shall flow,
Paying treachery's wage.
So—sealed be the bond!
So—pledged be my faith!
[Gunther drinks and hands the horn to Siegfried, who finishes the draught, and holds out the empty horn to Hagen. Hagen breaks the horn in two with his sword. Gunther and Siegfried join hands.
SIEGFRIED
[Observes Hagen, who, while the oat was being sworn, has stood behind him.
Why hast not thou plighted thy troth?
HAGEN
My blood had soured the good draught.
It flows not pure
And noble like yours;
Stubborn and cold,
Slow it runs,
My cheek refusing to redden.
I hold aloof
From hot-blooded bonds.
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