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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The heroes' feud
Makes foes of the horses!

HELMWIGE [Calling back into the wood.

Quiet, Brownie!
Pick not a quarrel.

WALTRAUTE

[On the highest point, where listening towards the right she has taken Gerhilde's place as watcher, calling towards the right-hand side of the background.

Hoioho! Hoioho!
Siegrune, come!
What keeps thee so long?

SIEGRUNE'S VOICE [From the back on the right.

Work to do.
Are the others all there?

THE VALKYRIES

[In answer, their gestures, as well as a bright light behind the wood, showing that Siegrune has just arrived there.

Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha! Heiaha!

GRIMGERDE'S AND ROSSWEISSE'S VOICES [From the back on the left.

Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha!

WALTRAUTE [Towards the left.

Grimgerd' and Rossweisse!

GERHILDE

Together they ride.

[In a cloud which passes across the stage from the left, and from which lightning flashes, Rossweisse and Grimgerde appear, also on horseback, each carrying a slain warrior on her saddle.

HELMWIGE, GERLINDE AND SIEGRUNE

[Have come out of the wood and wave their hands from the edge of the precipice to Rossweisse and Grimgerde, who disappear behind the wood.

We greet you, valiant ones!
Rossweiss' and Grimgerde!

ROSSWEISSE'S AND GRIMGERDE'S VOICES

Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha!

ALL THE OTHER VALKYRIES

Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha! Heiaha!

GERHILDE [Calling into the wood.

Your horses lead into
The wood to rest!

ORTLINDE [Also calling into the wood.

Lead the mares far off
One from the other,
Until our heroes'
Anger is laid!

HELMWIGE [The others laughing.

The grey has paid
For the heroes' anger.

ROSSWEISSE AND GRIMGERDE [Coming out of the wood.

Hojotoho! Hojotoho!

THE VALKYRIES

Be welcomed! Be welcomed!

SCHWERTLEITE

Went ye twain on one quest?

GRIMGERDE

No, singly we rode,
And met but to-day.

ROSSWEISSE

If we all are assembled
Why linger longer?
To Walhall let us away,