SVANHILD (blidt bebrejdende, idet hun trækker hånden til sig). O, hvorfor siger De mig dette nu? Det var så smukt, når vi i frihed mødtes. De skulde tiet; skal da lykken støttes af løftets ord, for ej at gå itu! Nu har De talt, og nu er alt forbi.
SVANHILD [in gentle reproof, withdrawing her hand]. O, why have you betrayed yourself? How sweet It was when we as friends could freely meet! You should have kept your counsel. Can we stake Our bliss upon a word that we may break? Now you have spoken, all is over.
