| Siegmund
Drawing his sword.
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- This sword
That a true man received from a false——
- This sword
That fails me when facing the foe;
Worthless when turned on the foe,
Will serve me when turned on the friend.
[He points the sword at Sieglinde.
- Two lives now
- Laugh to thee here:
- Take them, Nothung,
- Envious steel!
Take them with one fell stroke !
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| Brünnhilde
With a paſſionate outburſt of sympathy.
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- Forbear, Wälsung!
- Listen to me!
- Sieglinde spare thou,
And Siegmund too shall be spared!
- ’Tis thus decreed,
- Recast the lot is!
- Thou, Siegmund,
Shalt be blest and prevail!
[Horns are heard in the diſtance.
- Hark to the horn!
- Prepare for the fray;
- Trust to the sword
- And strike without fear:
Thy sword shall prove strong
Thee the Valkyrie faithfully shields!
- Farewell, Siegmund,
- Hero most blest!
On the field again I shall find thee.
[She ruſhes away and disappears with her horse down a gorge on the right. Siegmund gazes after her joyful and exultant. The ſtage has gradually grown dark. Heavy ſtorm-clouds have gathered in the background, and hide the cliffs, gorge, and rocky paſs completely from view.
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