The Rhinegold
Fricka |
Beautiful Freia stands;
Dumb, with sorrowful eyes.
The lovely one owes this to thee! |
Fafner |
Still more! Pile on still more. |
Donner |
Roused by this insolent rogue!
Thy strength then measure with mine! |
Fafner |
Thy roar is impotent here. |
Donner
Lunging out at him.
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It will crush thee to thy cost, rogue. |
Wotan |
Methinks that Freia is hid. |
Loge |
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Fafner
Measures the hoard carefully
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Still shines to me Holda’s hair.
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with his eye, and looks to see if there are any crevices.
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Loge |
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Fafner |
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Wotan |
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