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- Whom dost thou greet?
- In caverns cold
- Where once thou didst crouch,
- Who gave thee light
- And fire for thy comfort,
Had Loge not smiled on thee?
- Or what hadst thou fashioned
Had not I heated thy forge?
- I am thy kinsman
- And once was kind:
Lukewarm, methinks, are thy thanks!
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| Alberich
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- On light-born elves
- Laughs now Loge,
- The crafty rogue:
Art thou, false one, their friend
As my friend thou wert once,
- Haha! I laugh!
No harm from such need I fear.
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| Loge
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No cause then for thy distrust.
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| Alberich
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- I can trust thy falsehood,
- Not thy good faith!
[Taking up a defiant altitude.
Yet I dare you all unflinching.
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| Loge
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- ’Tis thy might
- That makes thee so bold;
- Grimly great
- Groweth thy power.
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| Alberich
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- Seest thou the hoard
- Yonder heaped
- High by my host?
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| Loge
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A richer one never was seen.
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