Siegfried: What lies there in slumber within the shade of the pinewood? (#77 frag) (#77voc?:) A horse I see (#77 frag) resting in deepest sleep (:#77voc?)!
(Slowly coming nearer, he stops in astonishment when, still some distance away, he notices Bruennhilde’s form. #77?)
Siegfried: (#99 >> :; #voc?: [perhaps a reference to the music heard in V.1.3 when Siegmund sang how the light from the fire of Hunding’s hearth blinds him, just as Sieglinde’s gaze did?]) What beam of light bedazzles my gaze? – What metalwork wrought in glittering steel? Is it the blaze that still blinds my eye? (#99:) Shining weapons! – Shall I remove them (:#voc? [V.1.3 back reference?])?
(He raises the shield and sees Bruennhilde’s form, although her face remains largely concealed by her helmet. #77?)
Siegfried: Ha! In weapons a man: how his likeness fills me with wonder! (#99 or #106? [perhaps a reference to music heard in S.2.3 when Siegfried, lonely after having killed Mime, asks the Woodbird to tell him of a boon companion?]) Does his helm perhaps press on his noble head (:#99; :#106? [&/or other back reference from s.2.3?])? (#23:) Lighter it were if I loosened his headgear (:#voc?)
(He carefully loosens the helmet and removes it from the sleeper; long curling hair breaks free. Siegfried starts.)
Siegfried: (tenderly) Ah! – How fair! – (He remains lost in the sight of it.) (#23:; #23voc?:) Shimmering clouds have fringed a celestial lake with their waves: the radiant sunlight’s smiling likeness shines through a billowing bank of clouds! (#23: He bends closer to the sleeping figure.) His breast is heaving with swelling breath (:#23): shall I break the trammelling breast-plate open? (#77) (He tries to loosen the byrnie.) Come, my sword, and cut through the iron! (Siegfried draws his sword and, with tender care, cuts through the rings of mail on both sides of the armour. #57;
