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Fafner	More on the maid than the gold Thou wert set, love-sick fool, And much against Thy will the exchange was. Sharing not, Freia Thou wouldst have wooed for thy bride; Sharing the gold, It is but just That the most of it should be mine.
Fasolt	Infamous thief! Taunts? And to me! [To the Gods. Come judge ye between us; Halve ye the hoard As seems to you just! [Wotan turns away in contempt.
Loge	Let him have the treasure; Hold to what matters: the ring!
Fasolt Falls upon Fafner, who has	Back, brazen rascal! Mine is the ring. I lost for it Freia’s smile.
meanwhile been ſteadily packing up the treasure. [He snatches haſtily at the ring.
Fafner	Off with thy hands! The ring is mine. [There is a ſtruggle. Fasolt tears the ring from Fafner.
Fasolt	I hold it. It is mine now!
Fafner	Hold fast, lest it should fall! [Lunging out with his ſtave, he fells Fasolt to the ground with one blow; from the dying man he then haſtily tears the ring.

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