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The Rhinegold & The Valkyrie. The Ring of the Niblung, part 1
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ACT II. A WILD ROCKY MOUNTAIN
ACT III. ON THE TOP OF A ROCKY MOUNTAIN (BRÜNNHILDE'S ROCK)
THE FIRST ACT
The interior of a dwelling-place built of wood, with the stem of a mighty ash-tree as its centre; to the right, in the foreground, is the hearth, and behind this the store-room. At the back is the large entrance door; to the left, far back, steps lead up to an inner chamber; on the same side, nearer the front, stands a table with a broad bench behind it, fixed to the wall, and with stools in front. The stage remains empty for a space. Outside a storm is just subsiding. Siegmund opens the entrance door from without, and enters. With his hand on the latch he surveys the room. He seems overwhelmed with fatigue; his dress and appearance indicate that he is in flight. He shuts the door behind him when he sees nobody, walks to the hearth with the final effort of an utterly exhausted man, and throws himself down on a bearskin rug.
SIEGMUND
I rest on this hearth,
Heedless who owns it.
[He sinks back and remains stretched out motionless. Sieglinde enters from the inner chamber; she thinks her husband has returned. Her grave look changes to one of surprise when she sees the stranger stretched out on the hearth.
SIEGLINDE [Still at the back.
A stranger here!
He must be questioned.
[Coming nearer.
What man came in
And lies on the hearth?
[As Siegmund does not move, she draws nearer still and looks at him.
Way-worn, weary
He seems and spent.
Faints he from weariness?
Can he be sick?
[She bends over him, and listens.
He breathes still, his eyelids
Are sealed but in slumber.
Worthy, valiant his mien,
Though so worn he rests.
SIEGMUND [Suddenly raising his head.
A drink! A drink!
SIEGLINDE
I go to fetch it.
[She takes a drinking-horn and hurries out. She returns with it full, and offers it to Siegmund.
Lo, the water
Thy thirsting lips longed for:
Water brought at thy wish!
[Siegmund drinks, and hands her back the horn. As he signifies his thanks with a movement of the head, he gazes at her with growing interest.
SIEGMUND
Welcome the water!
Quenched is my thirst.
My weary load
Lighter it makes;
New courage it gives;
Mine eyes that slept
Re-open glad on the world.
Who soothes and comforts me so?
SIEGLINDE
This house and this wife
Belong to Hunding.
Stay thou here as his guest;
Tarry till he comes home.
SIEGMUND
Shelter he surely
Will grant a worn,
Wounded, weaponless stranger.
SIEGLINDE [With anxious haste.
Quick, show me! Where are thy wounds?
SIEGMUND
[Shakes himself and springs up briskly to a sitting posture.
My wounds are slight,
Scarce worthy remark;
My limbs are well knit still,
Whole and unharmed.
If my spear and shield had but been
Half so strong as my arm is,
I had vanquished the foe;
But in splinters were spear and shield.
The horde of foemen
Harassed me sore;
Through storm and strife
Spent was my force;
But, faster than I from foemen,
ACT III. ON THE TOP OF A ROCKY MOUNTAIN (BRÜNNHILDE'S ROCK)
THE FIRST ACT
The interior of a dwelling-place built of wood, with the stem of a mighty ash-tree as its centre; to the right, in the foreground, is the hearth, and behind this the store-room. At the back is the large entrance door; to the left, far back, steps lead up to an inner chamber; on the same side, nearer the front, stands a table with a broad bench behind it, fixed to the wall, and with stools in front. The stage remains empty for a space. Outside a storm is just subsiding. Siegmund opens the entrance door from without, and enters. With his hand on the latch he surveys the room. He seems overwhelmed with fatigue; his dress and appearance indicate that he is in flight. He shuts the door behind him when he sees nobody, walks to the hearth with the final effort of an utterly exhausted man, and throws himself down on a bearskin rug.
SIEGMUND
I rest on this hearth,
Heedless who owns it.
[He sinks back and remains stretched out motionless. Sieglinde enters from the inner chamber; she thinks her husband has returned. Her grave look changes to one of surprise when she sees the stranger stretched out on the hearth.
SIEGLINDE [Still at the back.
A stranger here!
He must be questioned.
[Coming nearer.
What man came in
And lies on the hearth?
[As Siegmund does not move, she draws nearer still and looks at him.
Way-worn, weary
He seems and spent.
Faints he from weariness?
Can he be sick?
[She bends over him, and listens.
He breathes still, his eyelids
Are sealed but in slumber.
Worthy, valiant his mien,
Though so worn he rests.
SIEGMUND [Suddenly raising his head.
A drink! A drink!
SIEGLINDE
I go to fetch it.
[She takes a drinking-horn and hurries out. She returns with it full, and offers it to Siegmund.
Lo, the water
Thy thirsting lips longed for:
Water brought at thy wish!
[Siegmund drinks, and hands her back the horn. As he signifies his thanks with a movement of the head, he gazes at her with growing interest.
SIEGMUND
Welcome the water!
Quenched is my thirst.
My weary load
Lighter it makes;
New courage it gives;
Mine eyes that slept
Re-open glad on the world.
Who soothes and comforts me so?
SIEGLINDE
This house and this wife
Belong to Hunding.
Stay thou here as his guest;
Tarry till he comes home.
SIEGMUND
Shelter he surely
Will grant a worn,
Wounded, weaponless stranger.
SIEGLINDE [With anxious haste.
Quick, show me! Where are thy wounds?
SIEGMUND
[Shakes himself and springs up briskly to a sitting posture.
My wounds are slight,
Scarce worthy remark;
My limbs are well knit still,
Whole and unharmed.
If my spear and shield had but been
Half so strong as my arm is,
I had vanquished the foe;
But in splinters were spear and shield.
The horde of foemen
Harassed me sore;
Through storm and strife
Spent was my force;
But, faster than I from foemen,
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