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- Dense and black smoke——
- Fierce are the flames,
- And closer they flare——
- On fire the house!
- O help us, brother!
- Siegmund! Siegmund!
[She ſtarts up. Violent thunder and lightning.
- Siegmund! Ha!
[She ſtares about her in growing terror. Almoſt the whole of the ſtage is veiled by black thunder-clouds. Hunding’s horn is heard close at hand.
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| Hunding’s voice
From the mountain paſs in the background.
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- Wehwalt! Wehwalt!
- Stand there and fight,
Or with the hounds I will hold thee!
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| Siegmund’s voice
From farther back in the gorge.
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- Where hidest thou,
That I have missed thee thus?
Halt, that I may find thee!
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| Sieglinde
Liſtening in terrible fear.
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- Hunding—Siegmund——
- Could I but see them!
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| Hunding
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Come hither, impious wooer!
Here by Fricka be slain!
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| Siegmund
Also from the paſs now.
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- Thou thinkest me weaponless,
- Coward, still.
- Threat not with women!
- Thyself now fight me,
Lest Fricka fail thee at need!
- For see, from the tree
- That grows by thy hearth
I drew undaunted the sword;
Come and try the taste of its steel!
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