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- My father fled,
- An outlaw with me;
- And the youth
- Lived wild in the forest
With Wölfe for many years.
Sore beset and harried were they,
But boldly battled the pair of wolves.
[Turning to Hunding.
A Wolfing tells thee the tale,
And a well-known Wölfing, I trow.
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| Hunding
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Wondrous and wild the story
Told by thee, valiant guest:
Wehwalt—the Wölfing!
I think that dark rumours anent
This doughty pair have reached me,
- Though unknown Wölfe
- And Wölfing too.
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| Sieglinde
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But tell me further, stranger:
Where dwells thy father now?
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| Siegmund
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The Neidungs, starting anew,
Hounded and hunted us down;
- But slain by the wolves
- Fell many a hunter;
- They fled through the wood,
- Chased by the game:
Like chaff we scattered the foe.
But trace of my father I lost;
- Still his trail grew fainter
- The longer I followed;
- In the wood a wolf-skin
- Was all I found;
There empty it lay:
My father I had lost.——
In the woods I could not stay;
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