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- But I, the loving wooer,
- Have never begotten the free.
[Riſing in bitter wrath.
- Accept thou my blessing,
- Nibelung son!
- I leave to thee
- What I loathe with deep loathing:
The hollow pomp of the gods.
Consume it with envious greed!
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| Brünnhilde
Alarmed.
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- O say! tell me
- What task is thy child’s?
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| Wotan
Bitterly.
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Fight, faithful to Fricka;
Wedlock and vows defend!
- What she desires
- Is also my choice,
For what does my own will profit,
Since it cannot fashion a free one?
- For Fricka’s slaves
- Do battle henceforth!
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| Brünnhilde
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- Ah repent,
- And take back thy word!
- Thou lovest,
- And fain, I know,
Wouldst have me shelter the Wälsung.
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| Wotan
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Siegmund thou shalt vanquish,
And fight so that Hunding prevails.
- Ward thyself well
- And doughtily do,
- Bring all thy boldness
- To bear on the field;
- A strong sword
- Swings Siegmund;
Undismayed he will fight!
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