Then proceed thou too on thine own;
For me further
Use thou hast none:
So speak, or off thou shalt pack!
WANDERER [Gently.
Child, didst thou know
Who I am,
Thy scoffs I had been spared!
From one so dear,
Insult hard to endure is.
Long have I loved
Thy radiant race,
Though from my fury
In terror it shrank.
Thou whom I love so,
All too fair one,
Rouse my wrath not to-day;
It would ruin both thee and me.
SIEGFRIED
Still art thou dumb,
Stubborn old man?
Stand to one side, then;
That pathway, I know,
Leads to the slumbering maid;
For thither the wood-bird
Was guiding when he flew off.
[It suddenly becomes dark again.
WANDERER
[Breaking out in anger and assuming a commanding attitude.
In fear of its life it fled.
It knew that here
Was the ravens' lord;
Dire his plight were he caught!
The way that it guided
Thou shalt not go!
SIEGFRIED
[Amazed, falls hack and assumes a defiant attitude.
Hoho! Interferer!
Who then art thou
That wilt not let me pass?
WANDERER
Fear thou the rock's defender!
My might it is
Holds the maiden fettered by sleep.
He who would wake her,
He who would win her,
Impotent makes me for ever.
A burning sea
Encircles the maid,
Fires fiercely glowing
Surround the rock;
He who craves the bride
The flames must boldly defy.
[He points with his spear towards the rocky heights.
Look up above!
That light dost thou see?
The surging heat,
The splendour, grows;
Clouds of fire rolling,
Tongues of flame writhing,
Roaring and raging,
Come ravening down.
Thy head now
Is flooded with light;
[A flickering glow, increasing in brightness, appears on the summit of the rock.
The fire will seize thee,
Seize and devour thee.—
Back, back, there, foolhardy boy!
SIEGFRIED
Stand back, old babbler, thyself!
For where the fire is burning,
To Brünnhilde yonder I go!
[He advances; the Wanderer bars his way.
WANDERER
Hast thou no fear of the fire,
Then barred by my spear be thy path!
I still hold the haft