HAGEN. Friend, more need have we To grind our swords and nail our spear-heads firm. SIEGFRIED. And why? HAGEN. Thou'st dallied all these last few days With honeyed words, else hadst thou well known why. SIEGFRIED. I am about to say farewell, ye know! Yet speak, what's toward? HAGEN. Danes and Saxons too Again are coming. SIEGFRIED. Are the princes dead, Who swore allegiance to us? HAGEN. Nay, not dead; They're leading on the army. SIEGFRIED. Lüdegast And Lüdeger, who were my prisoners, Set free without a ransom? GUNTHER. Yesterday Renounced they every oath. SIEGFRIED. Their messengers-- You surely must have hewn them limb from limb? Has every vulture had his share of them? HAGEN. So speakest thou? SIEGFRIED. Such vipers' messengers One tramples like a viper. Fiends of hell! Now feel I my first anger! I believed That often I knew hatred, but I erred; 'Twas but less love I felt. For I can hate Nothing but broken vows and treachery, Hypocrisy and all the coward's sins That seek their victim as the spider crawls Upon its hollow legs. How can it be That such brave men (for surely they were brave), Could so besmirch themselves? Oh, my dear friends, Stand not so coldly by and gaze on me As though you thought me mad, as though I knew No longer great from small! We've never known What outrage is till now. Our reckoning May we strike calmly out to the last score. Only these two are guilty. GISELHER. Shameful 'tis. The way they praised thee echoes in my ear. When came this messenger? HAGEN. 'Twas even now. Didst thou not see him. He made haste to leave As soon as he had done his errand here, Nor tarried for his messenger's reward. SIEGFRIED. Oh, shame that you did not chastise the man For impudence! A raven would have come And plucked his eyes out, and in very scorn Have cast them forth again before his lord. That was the only answer that was due. This is no lawful feud, this is no war That right and custom sanction--'tis the chase Of evil beasts! Nay, Hagen, do not smile! The headsman's ax should be our weapon now, So that we should not soil our noble blades, And, since the ax is iron like the sword, It were a shame to use it till we find No rope would be enough to hang the dogs. HAGEN. Thou say'st! SIEGFRIED. Thou mockest at me as it seems. 'Tis strange, for trifles used to anger thee! I know thou art an older man than I, But 'tis not youth that's speaking through me now, Nor is it indignation that 'twas I Who begged thy mercy for them. Nay, I stand For the whole world. As calls a bell to prayer, So calls my tongue to vengeance every one Who stands as man amidst his fellow-men. GUNTHER. 'Tis so. SIEGFRIED (_to_ HAGEN).