Wotan
To Hunding.
|
- Begone, slave!
- Kneel before Fricka;
Tell her that Wotan’s spear
Has slain what mocked her might.
- Go! Go!
[Before the contemptuous wave of his hand Hunding falls dead to the ground. Suddenly breaking out in terrible anger.
- But Brünnhilde!
- Woe to the guilty one!
- Woe to her
- As soon as my horse
Shall overtake her in flight!
[H e vaniſhes with thunder and lightning. The curtain falls quickly.
|