The Rhinegold
Power and might unmatched; It wins its owner the world. | |
Wotan
Thoughtfully.
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Hide in its ruddy glow;
Are by the ring bestowed. |
Fricka
Softly to Loge.
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Be worn by a woman too? |
Loge |
That charm which dwarfs are welding, |
Fricka
Coaxingly to Wotan.
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Wotan
As if falling more and more under the influence of a spell.
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Won I the ring to my service.
To forge and fashion it true? |
Loge |
Can round the golden ring.
Yet plain the spell to him [Wotan turns away in annoyance.
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