Volume 9 / Act 4 — SCENE XVI

KRIEMHILD.

Oh, had I only told it him! Oh, my beloved, no woman host thou known, I see it now! Else nevermore hadst thou Unto a trembling girl who doth betray Herself through fear, intrusted such a secret. Still do I hear the playful whispered words With which thou told'st it to me when I praised The dragon's death. And then I made thee swear To tell no other soul in all the world, And now—Oh birds that circle overhead, Oh snow white doves that fly about me now, Take pity on me, warn him, fly to him!

[Exit.]