| Wotan
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What nonsense is this?
The ring I won so hardly,
Undismayed I hold and will keep.
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| Loge
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- Broken then
- Must be the promise
I gave the maidens who grieved.
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| Wotan
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By thy promise I am not bound;
As booty mine is the ring.
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| Loge
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- Not so. The ring
Must go with the ransom.
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| Wotan
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Boldly ask what ye will:
- It shall be granted;
- But not for all
The world would I give you the ring.
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| Fasolt
Furious, pulls Freia from behind the hoard.
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- All is off!
- The bargain stands:
Fair Freia ours is for ever!
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| Freia
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Help me! Help me!
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| Fricka
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- Heartless God,
- Grant it! Give way!
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| Froh
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- Keep not the gold back!
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| Donner
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- Give them the ring too!
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| Wotan
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- Let me alone!
- I hold to the ring.
Fafner ſtops Fasolt as he is haſtening off. All ſtand dismayed; Wotan turns from them in anger. The ſtage has grown dark again. From a cleft in the rock on one ſide iſsues a bluiſh flame in which Erda suddenly becomes viſible, riſing so that her upper half is seen.
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