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The Rhinegold & The Valkyrie. The Ring of the Niblung, part 1
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Heiohotojo! Hotojoha!
FRICKA
Thy valorous maiden comes;
Shouting, hither she rides.
WOTAN
For Siegmund I called her to horse.
[Brünnhilde appears with her horse on the rocky path to the right. When she sees Fricka she stops abruptly and, during the following, slowly and silently leads her horse down the path. She then puts it in a cave.
FRICKA
By her shield to-day
Be guarded the honour
Of thy eternal spouse!
Derided by men,
Shorn of our power,
Perish and pass would the Gods
If thy valiant maid
Avenged not to-day
My sacred and sovereign right.
The Wälsung falls for my honour.
Does Wotan now pledge me his oath?
WOTAN [Throwing himself on to a rocky seat in terrible dejection.
Take the oath!
[Fricka strides towards the back, where she meets Brünnhilde and halts for a moment before her.
FRICKA
Warfather
Waits for thee;
He will instruct thee
How the lot is decreed!
[She drives off quickly.
BRÜNNHILDE
[Comes forward anxious and wondering to Wotan, who leaning back on his rocky seat, is brooding gloomily.
Ill closed
The fight, I fear;
Fricka laughs at the outcome!
Father, what news
Hast thou to tell me?
Sad thou seemest and troubled!
WOTAN [Dropping his arm helplessly and sinking his head on his breast.
By self-forged fetters
I am bound,
I, least free of all living!
BRÜNNHILDE
I know thee not thus:
What gnaws at thy heart?
WOTAN
[His expression and gestures working up, from this point, to a fearful outburst.
O sacrilege vile!
O grievous affront!
Gods' despair!
Gods' despair!
Infinite wrath!
Woe without end!
Most sorrowful I of all living!
BRÜNNHILDE
[Alarmed, throws her shield, spear and helmet from her and kneels with anxious affection at his feet.
Father! Father!
Tell me what ails thee?
With dismay thou art filling thy child!
Confide in me
For I am true;
See, Brünnhilde begs it!
[She lays her head and hands with tender anxiety on his knees and breast.
WOTAN
[Looks long in her eyes, then strokes her hair with involuntary tenderness. As if coming out of a deep reverie, he at last begins, very softly.
What if, when uttered,
Weaker it made
The controlling might of my will?
BRÜNNHILDE [Very softly.
To Wotan's will thou speakest
FRICKA
Thy valorous maiden comes;
Shouting, hither she rides.
WOTAN
For Siegmund I called her to horse.
[Brünnhilde appears with her horse on the rocky path to the right. When she sees Fricka she stops abruptly and, during the following, slowly and silently leads her horse down the path. She then puts it in a cave.
FRICKA
By her shield to-day
Be guarded the honour
Of thy eternal spouse!
Derided by men,
Shorn of our power,
Perish and pass would the Gods
If thy valiant maid
Avenged not to-day
My sacred and sovereign right.
The Wälsung falls for my honour.
Does Wotan now pledge me his oath?
WOTAN [Throwing himself on to a rocky seat in terrible dejection.
Take the oath!
[Fricka strides towards the back, where she meets Brünnhilde and halts for a moment before her.
FRICKA
Warfather
Waits for thee;
He will instruct thee
How the lot is decreed!
[She drives off quickly.
BRÜNNHILDE
[Comes forward anxious and wondering to Wotan, who leaning back on his rocky seat, is brooding gloomily.
Ill closed
The fight, I fear;
Fricka laughs at the outcome!
Father, what news
Hast thou to tell me?
Sad thou seemest and troubled!
WOTAN [Dropping his arm helplessly and sinking his head on his breast.
By self-forged fetters
I am bound,
I, least free of all living!
BRÜNNHILDE
I know thee not thus:
What gnaws at thy heart?
WOTAN
[His expression and gestures working up, from this point, to a fearful outburst.
O sacrilege vile!
O grievous affront!
Gods' despair!
Gods' despair!
Infinite wrath!
Woe without end!
Most sorrowful I of all living!
BRÜNNHILDE
[Alarmed, throws her shield, spear and helmet from her and kneels with anxious affection at his feet.
Father! Father!
Tell me what ails thee?
With dismay thou art filling thy child!
Confide in me
For I am true;
See, Brünnhilde begs it!
[She lays her head and hands with tender anxiety on his knees and breast.
WOTAN
[Looks long in her eyes, then strokes her hair with involuntary tenderness. As if coming out of a deep reverie, he at last begins, very softly.
What if, when uttered,
Weaker it made
The controlling might of my will?
BRÜNNHILDE [Very softly.
To Wotan's will thou speakest
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