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- Nothung! Nothung!
- That, sword, is thy name.
- Nothung! Nothung!
- Conquering steel!
- Show me thy sharp
- And sundering tooth:
Come forth from thy scabbard to me!
[He draws the sword with a violent effort from the ſtem of the tree and ſhows it to the amazed and enraptured Sieglinde.
- Siegmund the Wälsung
- Thou dost see!
- As bride-gift
- He brings thee this sword;
- With this he frees
- The woman most blest;
- He bears thee
- From the house of his foe.
- Far from here
- Follow thou him:
- Forth to the laughing
- House of the spring;
Thy shield be Nothung, the sword,
When Siegmund is captive to love!
[He throws his arm round her so as to draw her forth with him.
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| Sieglinde
Delirious with excitement, tears herself away and ſtands before him.
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- Art thou Siegmund
- Standing before me,
- Sieglinde am I
- Who longed for thee;
- Thy own twin-sister
As well as the sword thou hast won!
[She throws herself on his breaſt.
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