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Loge	The Plunder must pay for the pardon.
Throwing the Tarnhelm on to the heap.
Alberich	Accursed thief! But patience! Cairn! He who moulded the one Makes me another; Still mine is the might That Mime obeys. Loath indeed Am I to leave My cunning defence to the foe! Nothing Alberich Owns at all now; Unbind, ye tyrants, his bonds!
Loge To Wotan.	Ought I to free him? Art thou content?
Wotan	A golden ring Girdles thy finger: Hearest, elf? That also belongs to the hoard.
Alberich Horrified.	The ring?
Wotan	The ring must also Go to the ransom.
Alberich Trembling.	My life—but the ring: not that!
Wotan With greater violence.	The ring I covet; For thy life I care not at all.
Alberich	But if my life I ransom The ring I must also rescue;

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