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- Women I honour
- Beyond thy desire!
- I will not abandon
- Frei, the fair :
Such never was my intent.
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Fricka
Anxiously look-
ing towards a
point not on the ſtage. |
- Then succour her now:
- Defenceless, in fear,
Hither she hastens for help!
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Freia
Enters as if
flying from
some one. |
- Help me, sister!
- Shield me, O brother!
- From yonder mountain
- Menaces Fasolt:
He comes to bear me off captive.
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| Wotan
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- Let him come!
- Sawest thou Loge?
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| Fricka
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- To this tricky deceiver
- O why wilt thou trust?
He always snares thee anew,
Though from his snares thou hast suffered.
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| Wotan
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I ask for no aid
Where simple truth suffices;
- But to turn the spite
- Of foes to profit,
Craft and cunning alone
Can teach, as by Loge employed.
He whose advice I obeyed
Has promised ransom for Freia:
On him my faith I have fixed.
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| Fricka
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And art left in the lurch.
- The giants come.
- Lo I hither they stride:
Where lingers now thine ally ?
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