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The thought she once had obeyed.
Bridegroom unloving, unloved.
- Leave the accurst one,
- Far let her fly!
- An outcast she is,
- Bereft of grace!
- Ah, I must leave
- The purest of heroes;
- I cannot be thine,
- To sully thy glory:
Scorn to bring on the brother,
Shame to the rescuing friend!
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| Siegmund
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For the shame and dishonour,
Pay the transgressor’s blood!
- No farther, then, flying,
- Here let us wait him;
Here—here I shall slay him:
When Nothung’s point
- Shall pierce his heart,
- All thy wrongs will be avenged!
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| Sieglinde
Starts up and liſtens.
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- Hark! The bugles!
- Dost thou not hear?
- All around,
- Angry and shrill,
- From wood and vale
- Clamour their calls.
- Hunding has wakened
- From slumber deep;
- Kinsmen and hounds
- He summons together;
- How the dogs howl,
- Urged on hotly,
Loud-baying to heaven
Of the vows and the wedlock profaned!
[Gazes before her as if gone crazed.
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