| Loge
Bends over Mime.
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Why all this whimpering noise?
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| Mime
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- Ohé! Ohé!
- Oh! Oh!
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| Loge
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Hei, Mime! Merry dwarf!
Who beats and bullies thee so?
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| Mime
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- Leave me in peace, pray,
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| Loge
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- So much is certain,
- And more still, Hark!
Help I promise thee, Mime!
[He raises him with difficulty.
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| Mime
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- What help for me?
- To do his bidding
- My brother can force me,
For I am bound as his slave.
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| Loge
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- But, Mime, how has he
- Thus made thee his thrall?
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| Mime
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- By evil arts
- Fashioned Alberich
- A yellow ring,
- From the Rhinegold forged,
- At whose mighty magic
- Trembling we marvel;
This spell puts in his power
The Nibelung hosts of night.
- Happy we smiths
- Moulded and hammered,
- Making our women
- Trinkets to wear——
Exquisite Nibelung toys——
And lightly laughed at our toil.
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