The Rhinegold
Erda
Stretching out a warning hand towards Wotan.
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Yield it, Wotan! Yield it!
It will doom thee to. |
Wotan |
What woman woe thus foretells? |
Erda |
All things that were I know,
Erda, bids thee beware.
Nightly the Norns tell to Wotan.
Hearken! Hearken! Hearken!
Be counselled; keep not the ring!
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Wotan |
Tarry, and tell me further. |
Erda
Disappearing.
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Weigh my words with fear! [She vaniſhes completely.
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