| Loge
Throws the Tarnhelm on the heap.
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- At last we have finished.
- Have ye enough now?
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| Fasolt
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- Freia, the fair,
- Is hidden for aye!
- The price has been paid.
- Ah, have I lost her?
[He goes up to the hoard and peers through it. - Sadly shine
- Her eyes on me still,
- Like stars they beam
- Softly on me;
- Still through this chink
- I look on their light.
[Beſide himself.
While her sweet eyes I behold thus,
From the woman how can I part?
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| Fafner
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- Hey! Come hither,
- And stop me this cranny!
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| Loge
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- Greedy grumblers!
- Can ye not see
The gold is all gone?
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| Fafner
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- Not the whole, friend!
- On Wotan’s finger
Shines a golden ring still;
Give that to close up the crevice!
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| Wotan
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- What! Give my ring?
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| Loge
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- Be ye counselled!
- The Rhine-Maidens
- Must have the gold;
Wotan will give them what theirs is.
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