| Loge
In a trembling voice.
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My trembling tells thee how truly.
- A giant snake
- Thou wert in a trice.
- Having beheld,
I must credit the wonder.
- Couldest thou turn
- To something quite tiny
- As well as bigger?
Methinks that way were best
For slyly slipping from foes;
That, though, I fear were too hard!
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| Alberich
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- For thee, yes;
- Thou art so dull!
- How small shall I be?
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| Loge
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The most cramped of crannies must hold thee
That hides the timorous toad.
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| Alberich
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- Nothing simpler!
- Look at me now!
[He puts the Tarnhelm on his head again.
- “Crooked toad,
- Creep and crawl there!”
[He vanishes. The Gods see a toad on the rocks creeping towards them.
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| Loge
To Wotan.
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- Quick and catch it!
- Capture the toad!
[Wotan sets his foot on the toad. Loge makes a dash at its head and holds the Tarnhelm in his hand.
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| Alberich
Is suddenly seen
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- Ohé! I’m caught!
- My curse upon them!
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in his own shape writhing under Wotan’s foot.
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