| Sieglinde
Still at the back.
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- A stranger here!
- He must be questioned.
[Coming nearer.
- What man came in
- And lies on the hearth?
[As Siegmund does not move, ſhe draws nearer ſtill and looks at him.
- Way-worn, weary
- He seems and spent.
- Faints he from weariness?
- Can he be sick?
[She bends over him, and liſtens.
- He breathes still, his eyelids
- Are sealed but in slumber.
Worthy, valiant his mien,
Though so worn he rests.
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| Sieglinde
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- I go to fetch it.
[She takes a drinking-horn and hurries out. She returns with it full, and offers it to Siegmund.
- Lo, the water
- Thy thirsting lips longed for:
Water brought at thy wish!
[Siegmund drinks, and hands her back the horn. As he signifies his thanks with a movement of the head, he gazes at her with growing intereſt.
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