The Rhinegold
Wotan
More quickly.
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Fight, your foe to confound?
Dolts you grow through my debt! |
Fasolt
Suddenly seizes Freia and drags her to one ſide with Fafner.
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As pledge thou shalt be held |
Freia
Screaming.
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Woe’s me! Woe’s me! Woe! |
Fafner |
Till evening—mark it well!
If the Rhinegold be not ready, |
Fasolt |
And bides among us for aye! |
Freia |
[The giants haſten off, dragging Freia with them. |
Froh |
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Donner |
They look inquiringly at Wotan.
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Freia
In the distance.
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