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The Rhinegold & The Valkyrie. The Ring of the Niblung, part 1
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FASOLT [To Fafner.
Hold there, greedy one!
Grant me my portion!
Honest division
Best for both is.
FAFNER
More on the maid than the gold
Thou wert set, love-sick fool,
And much against
Thy will the exchange was.
Sharing not, Freia
Thou wouldst have wooed for thy bride;
Sharing the gold,
It is but just
That the most of it should be mine.
FASOLT
Infamous thief!
Taunts? And to me!
[To the Gods.
Come judge ye between us;
Halve ye the hoard
As seems to you just!
[Wotan turns away in contempt.
Let him have the treasure;
Hold to what matters: the ring!
FASOLT
[Falls upon Fafner, who has meanwhile been steadily packing up the treasure.
Back, brazen rascal!
Mine is the ring.
I lost for it Freia's smile.
[He snatches haply at the ring.
Off with thy hands!
The ring is mine.
[There is a struggle. Fasolt tears the ring from Fafner.
FASOLT
I hold it. It is mine now!
FAFNER
Hold fast, lest it should fall!
[Lunging out with his stave, he fells Fasolt to the ground with one blow; from the dying man he then hastily tears the ring.
Now feast upon Freia's smile:
No more shalt thou touch the ring!
[He puts the ring into the sack and tranquilly continues to pack up the rest of the hoard. All the Gods stand horrified. A solemn silence.
Fafner kills Fasolt.
WOTAN
Dread indeed
I find is the curse's might.
LOGE
Unmatched, Wotan,
Surely thy luck is!
Great thy gain was
In getting the ring;
But the gain of its loss
Is gain greater still:
There thy foemen, see,
Slaughter thy foes
For the gold thou hast let go.
WOTAN
Dark forebodings oppress me!
Care and fear
Fetter my soul;
Erda must teach me,
Tell how to end them:
To her I must descend.
FRICKA [Caressing and coaxing him.
Why linger, Wotan?
Beckon they not,
The stately walls,
Waiting to offer
Welcome kind to their lord?
Hold there, greedy one!
Grant me my portion!
Honest division
Best for both is.
FAFNER
More on the maid than the gold
Thou wert set, love-sick fool,
And much against
Thy will the exchange was.
Sharing not, Freia
Thou wouldst have wooed for thy bride;
Sharing the gold,
It is but just
That the most of it should be mine.
FASOLT
Infamous thief!
Taunts? And to me!
[To the Gods.
Come judge ye between us;
Halve ye the hoard
As seems to you just!
[Wotan turns away in contempt.
Let him have the treasure;
Hold to what matters: the ring!
FASOLT
[Falls upon Fafner, who has meanwhile been steadily packing up the treasure.
Back, brazen rascal!
Mine is the ring.
I lost for it Freia's smile.
[He snatches haply at the ring.
Off with thy hands!
The ring is mine.
[There is a struggle. Fasolt tears the ring from Fafner.
FASOLT
I hold it. It is mine now!
FAFNER
Hold fast, lest it should fall!
[Lunging out with his stave, he fells Fasolt to the ground with one blow; from the dying man he then hastily tears the ring.
Now feast upon Freia's smile:
No more shalt thou touch the ring!
[He puts the ring into the sack and tranquilly continues to pack up the rest of the hoard. All the Gods stand horrified. A solemn silence.
Fafner kills Fasolt.
WOTAN
Dread indeed
I find is the curse's might.
LOGE
Unmatched, Wotan,
Surely thy luck is!
Great thy gain was
In getting the ring;
But the gain of its loss
Is gain greater still:
There thy foemen, see,
Slaughter thy foes
For the gold thou hast let go.
WOTAN
Dark forebodings oppress me!
Care and fear
Fetter my soul;
Erda must teach me,
Tell how to end them:
To her I must descend.
FRICKA [Caressing and coaxing him.
Why linger, Wotan?
Beckon they not,
The stately walls,
Waiting to offer
Welcome kind to their lord?
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