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- For first your men
- Shall bow to my might;
- Then your women fair
- Who my wooing spurned
The dwarf will force to his will,
Though frowned on by love.
[Laughing savagely.
- Ha! ha! ha! ha!
- Mark ye my word?
- Beware!
Beware of the hosts of the night,
When rise shall the Nibelung hoard
From silent depths to the day!
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Stepping between them.
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- Cease from thy folly!
[To Alberich.
Who would gaze not in wonder,
Beholding Alberich’s work?
If only thy skill can achieve
Everything hope has promised,
Almighty I needs must acclaim thee!
- For moon and stars
- And the sun in his glory,
Forced to do thee obeisance,
Even they must bow down.
But what would seem of most moment
- Is that they who serve thee,
- The Nibelung hosts,
Bow and bear no hate.
When thy hand held forth a ring
Thy folk were stricken with fear.
- But in thy sleep
- A thief might slip up
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