| Loge
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- Till it is proved
I must suspect thy word.
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| Alberich
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- Puffed up with wisdom,
- The fool will explode soon:
- Of envy then die!
Decide to what I shall change;
In that form I shall stand.
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| Loge
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- Nay, choose for thyself,
But strike me dumb with amaze.
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| Alberich
Puts the Tarnhelm on his head.
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- “Dragon dread,
- Wreathe thou and wriggle!”
[He immediately disappears. An enormous serpent writhes on the floor in his place. It rears and threatens Wotan and Loge with its open jaws.
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| Loge
Pretends to be terrified.
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- Ohé!
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| Alberich
Laughing.
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Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
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| Loge
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- Ohé! Ohé!
- Horrible dragon,
- O swallow me not!
Spare the life of poor Loge!
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| Wotan
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- Good, Alberich!
- Well done, rascal!
- How swiftly grew
The dwarf to the dragon immense!
[The dragon disappears and, in its ſtead, Alberich is again seen in his own shape.
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| Alberich
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- He he! Ye scoffers,
- Are ye convinced?
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