The Valkyrie
Siegmund |
Set it first to thy lips. [Sieglinde ſips from the horn and hands it back to him. Siegmund takes a long draught, regarding Sieglinde with increaſing warmth. Still gazing, he takes the horn from his lips and lets it ſink slowly, while his features expreſs ſtrong emotion. He ſighs deeply, and lowers his gaze gloomily to the ground. |
Siegmund
In a trembling voice.
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Thou hast tended an ill-fated one!
[He ſtarts up quickly, and goes towards the the back.
Onward now I must press. |
Sieglinde
Turning round quickly.
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Who pursues thee so close at thy heels? |
Siegmund
Stops.
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Be thou preserved from its touch! [He ſtrides haſtily to the door and lifts the latch. |
Sieglinde
Forgetting herself calls impetuously after him.
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Misfortune thou canst not bring |
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