- Ha, daring one!
- Floutest thou me?
Who art thou—who but the choiceless,
Blind slave of my will?
- I have sunk so low
- By showing my mind,
- That the creature made by me
- Holds me in scorn.
Dost thou, child, know my wrath?
- If ever its awful
- Lightning struck thee
Then quail wouldst thou indeed!
- Within my bosom
- Burns enough rage
- To lay waste
- In dread ruin a world
That once wore nothing but smiles.
W oe to him whom it strikes!
Dear the price he would pay!
- So be advised,
- Call it not forth
But carry out my commands.
- Cut down Siegmund!
That is the Valkyrie’s task.
[He ſtorms away and disappears among the rocks to the left.
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