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_.]