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[S.3.3: C] Siegfried kisses (#138) (#139) Bruennhilde awake. She greets earth and gods, and asks who woke her. (#140) They duet in ecstasy. (#141) Both remain lost in radiant delight as they gaze on each other. 681-685
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[S.3.3: D] Bruennhilde: I've shielded and cared for you since before your birth. Siegfried: (#66) So my mother didn't die, but merely slept? Bruennhilde: You blithesome child, your mother won't come back to you. (#141) I’m your self if you but love me in your bliss. (#87) What you don't know, I know for you. 685-691
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[S.3.3: E] Bruennhilde: To me alone was Wotan's thought (confession) revealed. What Wotan thought I could not name, could not think, but only felt. It was but my love for you. (#134) 692-699
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[S.3.3: F] Siegfried: What you say, singing, (#87) I can’t grasp: I can only see and feel you. (#137) You've bound me with fear. Don't hide my courage! 699-707
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[S.3.3: G] Bruennhilde is afraid to consummate her union with Siegfried. A clue: Wotan's confession to Bruennhilde was preceded by the same array of motifs (#82, #51, #79). 707-712
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[S.3.3: H] (#142) Bruennhilde's mien reveals that a delightful image has passed before her mind's eye. Bruennhilde: (#143) You "Hoard of the World," don’t destroy me, don’t damage what's yours [set to Siegfried Idyll melodies]! 712-715
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[S.3.3: I] Siegfried: (#137) Let me put out my fire in your billowing wave! (#144) Though it shatter my likeness [Siegfried's reflection in still water], I'm burning to cool my raging passion in the flood. What you were and will be [all that was, is, and will be], be so now! (#134) Then to me you must be what, fearful, you were and will be! 716-721
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[S.3.3: J] Bruennhilde: Chastity flares up in passion. Godlike composure rages. Love drives divine knowledge away. (#87) Am I yours now? (#48) As my gaze consumes you, are you not blinded? Siegfried: The fear you scarcely taught me, (#129b) fool that I am, I've forgotten. 721-727
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[S.3.3: K] Bruennhilde: Childish hero! Foolish Hoard of loftiest deeds! Laughing let’s die. (#145) Let the twilight of the gods come, Norns rend their rope of runes. Siegfried: Bruennhilde's star shines upon me! Laughing death! 728-732
Twilight of the Gods 733-1,006
Twilight of the Gods: Prologue 733-770
Twilight of the Gods: Prologue, Part One 733-748
[T.P] Below Bruennhilde's rocky peak: the Norns 733-748
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[T.P: A] The Prelude to Twilight of the Gods: It begins with #138, Bruennhilde's awakening, and includes #3 (dimished inversion), the Norns' spinning their rope of fate (#87). 733-734
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[T.P: B] 1st Norn: (#146) At the World-Ash once I wove, when, tall and strong, a forest of sacred branches blossomed from its bole. (#20d) When Wotan made his Spear from the World-Ash, it died! For wisdom gained from its well, Wotan lost an eye. (#147) Sing, my sister, I cast the rope to you. 734-739
