The Rhinegold
Wasting, the scoff of the world, | |
Fricka
Anxiously.
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Scoff and scorn for all! |
Wotan
Coming to a sudden resolve, ſtarts up.
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To Nibelheim hastening downward, |
Loge |
Not vainly they hoped for thy help then? |
Wotan
Angrily.
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Freia’s ransom we go for. |
Loge |
Sheer through the depths of the Rhine? |
Wotan |
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Loge |
Together, come, creep we in! [He goes in front and vaniſhes at the ſide through a cleft, from which, immediately afterwards, sulphurous vapour ſtreams forth. |
Wotan |
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