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- Now feast upon Freia’s smile:
- No more shalt thou touch the ring!
[He puts the ring into the sack and tranquilly continues to pack up the reſt of the hoard. All the Gods ſtand horrified. A solemn ſilence.
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| Wotan
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- Dread indeed
I find is the curse’s might.
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| Loge
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- Unmatched, Wotan,
- Surely thy luck is!
- Great thy gain was
- In getting the ring;
- But the gain of its loss
- Is gain greater still:
- There thy foemen, see,
- Slaughter thy foes
For the gold thou hast let go.
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| Wotan
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Dark forebodings oppress me!
- Care and fear
- Fetter my soul;
- Erda must teach me,
- Tell how to end them:
- To her I must descend.
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| Fricka
Careſsing and coaxing him.
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- Why linger, Wotan?
- Beckon they not,
- The stately walls,
- Waiting to offer
Welcome kind to their lord?
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| Wotan
Gloomily.
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- With wage accurst
- Paid was their cost.
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| Donner
Pointing to the background, which is ſtill enveloped in miſt.
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- Heavily mists
- Hang in the air;
- Gloomy, wearisome
- Is their weight!
- The wan-visaged clouds
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