The Valkyrie
Fricka |
Of thy eternal spouse!
Perish and pass would the Gods
My sacred and sovereign right. |
Wotan
Throwing himself on to a rocky seat in terrible dejection.
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[Fricka ſtrides towards the back, where she meets Brünnhilde and halts for a moment before her. |
Fricka |
How the lot is decreed! [She drives off quickly.
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Brünnhilde
Comes forward anxious and wondering to Wotan who leaning back on his rocky seat, is brooding gloomily.
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Fricka laughs at the outcome!
Sad thou seemest and troubled. |
Wotan
Dropping his arm helpleſsly
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I, least free of all living! |
and ſinking his head on his breaſt
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Brünnhilde |
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