The Rhinegold
From my curse none shall escape! [He vanishes quickly through the cleft.
The thick miſt in the foreground gradually clears away. | |
Loge |
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Wotan |
Grudge him not vent to his spleen! |
Loſt in contemplation of the ring.[It keeps growing lighter.
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Loge
Looking to the right.
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Bringing Freia again. [Through the vanishing miſt Donner, Froh, and Fricka appear, and haſten towards the foreground. |
Froh |
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Donner |
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Fricka
Anxiously to Wotan.
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Loge
Pointing to the hoard.
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There Freia’s ransom lies. |
Donner |
From the giant’s grasp |
Froh |
Sad, forlorn had our lot been, |
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