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- By a woman’s woe!
- Then all I have suffered
- In sorrow untold,
- All scorn and all shame
- In anger endured——
- All would avenged be,
- Sweetly atoned for——
- Regained fully
- The good I had lost;
- For mine I should win
- All I had wept for,
Could I but find the dear friend,
And clasp him close in my arms!
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| Siegmund
Embracing Sieglinde with paſsionate ardour.
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- Dear woman, that friend
- Holds thee at last,
Both woman and sword are his.
- Here in my breast
- Burns hot the oath
That welds us twain into one.
- For all that I sought
- I see now in thee,
- In thee all
- That once failed me I find.
- Thou wert despised,
- My portion was pain;
- I was an outlaw,
- Dishonoured wert thou;
- Sweet revenge beckons,
- Bids us be joyful;
- I laugh
- From sheer fulness of joy,
Holding thee, love, in my arms thus,
Feeling the beat of thy heart!
[The outer door swings open.
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