The Rhinegold
Grant to princes for pleasure,
Concerning myself alone:
Thou wouldst wantonly sin, | |
Wotan |
Gives no title to that. [He seizes Alberich and draws the ring from his finger by force. |
Alberich
With a frightful cry.
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Woe! Defeated! Undone! Of wretches the wretchedest slave! |
Wotan
Contemplating the ring.
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I own what makes me supreme, [He puts on the ring.
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Loge
To Wotan.
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Wotan |
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Loge
Sets Alberich quite free.
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Fare forth, thou art free! |
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