| Fricka
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I was forced to ponder some means
To keep my husband faithful,
True to me when his fancy
Tempted him far from his home.
- Halls high and stately,
- Decked to delight thee,
- Were to constrain thee
- To peaceful repose,
But thou hadst the work designed
Intent on war alone;
- It was to add
- More to thy might still,
- To stir up to tumult still fiercer
That built were the towering walls
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| Wotan
Smiling.
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- Wouldst thou, O Wife!
- In the castle confine me,
To me, the god, must be granted,
- Faithful at home,
- The right to wage war
And conquer the world from without.
- Ranging and changing
- All men love:
That sport at least thou must leave me.
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| Fricka
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- Cold, hard-hearted,
- Merciless man!
- For the idle baubles,
- Empire and sway,
Thou stakest in insolent scorn
Love and a woman’s worth!
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| Wotan
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When I went wooing, to win thee
- I staked ungrudging
Gladly one of my eyes:
What folly now then to scold!
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