The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 09: Friedrich Hebbel and Otto Ludwig
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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 09: Friedrich Hebbel and Otto Ludwig
German literature -- 19th century -- Translations into English; German literature -- 20th century -- Translations into English
And yet it seems to me the vision dealt
With stars and metals too.
FRIGGA.
Yes, that is so.
Thou said'st the stars gleamed still more brightly here.
But yet that gold and silver were but dull.
BRUNHILDA.
Was't so?
FRIGGA (_to_ HAGEN).
Is't not the truth?
HAGEN.
I paid no heed.
BRUNHILDA.
I beg you all to treat me as a child;
Though I shall grow up faster than another.
Yet now I am no better.
(_To_ FRIGGA.)
That was all?
FRIGGA.
Yes, all!
BRUNHILDA.
Then all is well! Then all is well!
UTE (_to_ GUNTHER, _who has approached_).
My son, if she's too bitter toward thee now,
But give her time! The clamor of the crows
And ravens that she heard could never make
Her heart grow softer, but 'twill soften now
With the lark's song and with the nightingale.
HAGEN. So speaks the minstrel when he is in love,
And plays with foolish puppies. 'Tis enough!
The maiden must have time to find her heart,
But for the princess, hold her to her word;
By right of conquest she's already thine.--Then
claim thy rights!
(_He calls_.)
Chaplain!
(_And starts on_.)
GUNTHER.
I'll follow thee!
SIEGFRIED.
Wait, Gunther, wait! What didst thou promise me!
GUNTHER.
May I, my Kriemhild, choose a spouse for thee?
KRIEMHILD.
My lord and brother, be it as thou wilt!
GUNTHER (_to_ UTE).
I have no opposition then to fear?
UTE.
Thou art the king, thy handmaids, she and I.
GUNTHER.
I beg thee then amongst my kinsfolk here:
Redeem an oath for them and me, and give
Thy hand to noble Siegfried.
SIEGFRIED.
I've no power
To speak as I could wish to, when I gaze
Upon thy face, and of my stammering tongue
Perchance thou hast already heard enough.
And so I ask thee as the hunter asks,
But that I blow no feathers from my hat,
To hide my fear: O maiden, wilt thou me?
Yet lest thou err'st through my simplicity,
And unenlightened actest in the dark,
So let me tell thee, ere thou answer'st me,
How my own mother blames me oftentimes.
She says that I am surely strong enough
To conquer all the world, but yet to rule
The smallest molehill I'm too simple far.
And if I do not lose my very eyes
'Tis only that the thing's impossible.
Thou may'st believe the half of what she says,
The other half though, I can well disprove.
For if I once have won thee, I will show
The world how I can keep unharmed mine own.
Again I ask thee: Kriemhild, wilt thou me?
KRIEMHILD.
Why dost thou smile, my mother? I have not
Forgotten what I dreamed, the shudder still
Creeps over me and warns me more and more,
But still I say with dauntless courage: Yes!
BRUNHILDA (_steps between_ KRIEMHILD _and_ SIEGFRIED).
Kriemhild!
KRIEMHILD.
What wilt thou?
BRUNHILDA.
I will prove myself
Thy sister.
KRIEMHILD.
Now? Wherein?
BRUNHILDA (_to_ SIEGFRIED).
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