But must I lose my life for thy pleasure?
MIME [Angrily.
I never said that;
Thou hast made a mistake.
See, thou art weary
From stress of strife,
Burning with fever and thirst;
Mime, the kind one,
To cool thy thirst
Brought a quickening draught.
While thy blade thou didst melt
I brewed thee the drink;
Touch it, and straight
Thy sword shall be mine,
And mine the hoard and Tarnhelm too.
[Tittering.
SIEGFRIED
So thou of my sword
And all it has won me—
Ring and booty—wouldst rob me?
MIME [Violently.
Why wilt mistake so my words!
Do I drivel or dote?
I use the utmost
Pains with my speech,
That what in my heart
I mean may be hidden;
And the stupid boy
Misunderstands what I say!
Open thy ears, boy,
And attend to me!
Hear, now, what Mime means.
Take this: the drink will refresh thee
As my drinks oft have done.
Many a time
When fretful and bad,
Though loth enough,
The draughts I brought thou hast swallowed.
SIEGFRIED
Of a cooling drink
I were glad;
Say, how has this one been brewed?
MIME
[Jesting merrily, as if describing to him a pleasant state of intoxication which the liquor is to bring about.
Hei! Just drink it!
Trust to my skill.
In mist and darkness
Soon shall thy senses be sunk;
None to watch or ward them,
Stark-stretched shall thy limbs be.
Thou lying thus,
'Twere not hard
To take the booty and hide it;
But wert thou to awake,
Nevermore would
Mime be safe,
Even owning the ring.
So with the sword
He has made so sharp
[With a gesture of extravagant joy.
First I will hack
The child's head off!
Then I shall have both rest and the ring!
[Tittering.
SIEGFRIED
Thou wouldst, then, slay me when sleeping?
MIME [Furiously.
Do what, child? Did I say that?
[He takes pains to assume the utmost tenderness. Carefully and distinctly.
I only mean
To chop off thy head!
[With the appearance of heartfelt solicitude for Siegfried's health.
For even if I
Had loathed thee less,
And had not thy scoffs
And my drudgery shameful
So loudly urged to vengeance,