The Rhinegold
Stand fast by a bargain once fixed.
O wise one, take it from him! | |
Wotan |
How sly to judge us serious
For churls what charm could she have? |
Fasolt |
Ye who by beauty rule,
Woman’s love to pledge
In our midst might sojourn |
Fafner |
Cease thy childish chatter;
If from the Gods we remove her.
Ripen within her garden;
Grows the apples and tends them.
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