The Rhinegold & The Valkyrie. The Ring of the Niblung, part 1

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Рихард Вагнер

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2018

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Declare then your demands.

WOTAN

The hoard and thy gleaming gold.

ALBERICH

Pack of unscrupulous thieves!

[Aside.

If I only can keep the ring,
The hoard I can lightly let go,
For anew I could win it
And add to its worth
By the powerful spell of the ring.
If as warning it serves
To make me more wise,
The warning will not have been lost,
Even though lost may be the gold.

WOTAN

Wilt yield up the hoard?

ALBERICH

Loosen my hand
To summon it here.

[Loge frees his right hand.

ALBERICH

[Touches the ring with his lips and secretly murmurs the command.

Behold the Nibelungs
Hither are called;
I can hear them coming,
Bid by their lord,
With the hoard from the depths to the day.
Now loosen these burdensome bonds.

WOTAN

Nay, first in full thou must pay.

[The Nibelungs come up out of the cleft laden with the objects of which the hoard is composed.

ALBERICH

O bitter disgrace
That my shrinking bondsmen
Should see me captive and bound!

[To the Nibelungs.

Lay it down there,
As ye are bid!
In a heap
Pile up the hoard.
Must I aid, idlers?
No spying at me!
Haste there! Haste!
Then get ye gone quickly.
Hence to your work.
Home to your gorges!
Let the sluggards beware,
For I follow hard at your heels!

[He kisses the ring and holds it out with an air of command. As struck with a blow, the Nibelungs press terrified and cowering towards the cleft, down which they hastily disappear.

ALBERICH

The price is paid;
Let me depart!
And that helm of mine
Which Loge still holds,
That also pray give me again!

LOGE

[Throwing the Tarnhelm on to the heap.

The plunder must pay for the pardon.

ALBERICH

Accursed thief!
But patience! Calm!
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