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Title: The Rhinegold & The Valkyrie
- The Ring of the Niblung, part 1
Author: Wagner, Richard
Language: English
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THE RING OF THE NIBLUNG
THE RHINEGOLD: PRELUDE
THE VALKYRIE: FIRST DAY OF THE TRILOGY
SIEGFRIED: SECOND DAY OF THE TRILOGY
THE TWILIGHT OF THE GODS: THIRD
DAY OF THE TRILOGY
THE RHINEGOLD & THE VALKYRIE
BY RICHARD WAGNER
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
BY ARTHUR RACKHAM
TRANSLATED BY MARGARET ARMOUR
LONDON WILLIAM HEINEMANN
NEW YORK DOUBLEDAY PACE & Co
1910
[Illustration: "Raging, Wotan
Rides to the rock!
. . . . . . .
Like a storm-wind he comes!"]
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
"Raging, Wotan
Rides to the rock!
. . . . . . . .
Like a storm-wind he comes" plate 01
The frolic of the Rhine-Maidens plate 02
The Rhine-Maidens teasing Alberich plate 03
"Mock away! Mock!
The Niblung makes for your toy!" plate 04
"Seize the despoiler!
Rescue the gold!
Help us! Help us!
Woe! Woe!" plate 05
Freia, the fair one plate 06
"The Rhine's pure-gleaming children
Told me of their sorrow" plate 07
Fasolt suddenly seizes Freia and drags her to one side
with Fafner plate 08
The Gods grow wan and aged at the loss of Freia plate 09
MIME, howling. "Ohé! Ohé!
Oh! Oh!" plate 10
MIME writhes under the lashes he receives plate 11
Alberich drives in a band of Niblungs laden with gold
and silver treasure plate 12
"Ohé! Ohé!
Horrible dragon,
O swallow me not!
Spare the life of poor Loge! plate 13
"Hey! Come hither,
And stop me this cranny!" plate 14
"Erda bids thee beware" plate 15
Fafner kills Fasolt plate 16
"To my hammer's swing
Hitherward sweep
Vapours and fogs!
Hovering mists!
Donner, your lord, summons his hosts!" plate 17
"The Rhine's fair children,
Bewailing their lost gold, weep" plate 18
"This healing and honeyed
Draught of mead
Deign to accept from me."
"Set it first to thy lips" plate 19
Hunding discovers the likeness between Siegmund and
Sieglinde plate 20
Sieglinde prepares Hunding's draught for the night plate 21
"Siegmund the Walsung
Thou dost see!
As bride-gift
He brings thee this sword" plate 22
Brünnhilde plate 23
Fricka approaches in anger plate 24
Brünnhilde slowly and silently leads her horse down the
path to the cave plate 25
"Father! Father!
Tell me what ails thee?
With dismay thou art filling thy child!" plate 26
Brünnhilde stands for a long time dazed and alarmed plate 27
Brünnhilde with her horse, at the mouth of the cave plate 28
"I flee for the first time
And am pursued:
Warfather follows close
. . . . . . .
He nears, he nears, in fury!
Save this woman!
Sisters, your help!" plate 29
"There as a dread
Dragon he sojourns,
And in a cave
Keeps watch over Alberich's ring" plate 30
The ride of the Valkyries plate 31
"Appear, flickering fire,
Encircle the rock with thy flame!
Loge! Loge! Appear!" plate 32
As he moves slowly away, Wotan turns and looks
sorrowfully back at Brünnhilde plate 33
The sleep of Brünnhilde plate 34
THE RHINEGOLD
CHARACTERS
GODS: WOTAN, DONNER, FROH, LOGE
NIBELUNGS: ALBERICH, MIME
GIANTS: FASOLT, FAFNER
GODDESSES: FRICKA, FREIA, ERDA
RHINE-MAIDENS: WOGLINDE, WELLGUNDE, FLOSSHILDE
SCENES OF ACTION
I. AT THE BOTTOM OF THE RHINE
II. OPEN SPACE ON A MOUNTAIN HEIGHT NEAR THE RHINE
III. THE SUBTERRANEAN CAVERNS OF NIBELHEIM
IV. OPEN SPACE AS IN SCENE II.
FIRST SCENE
_At the bottom of the Rhine_
_A greenish twilight, lighter above than below. The upper part is filled
with undulating water, which streams respectively from right to left.
Towards the bottom the waves resolve themselves into a mist which
grows finer as it descends, so that a space, as high as a mans body
from the ground, appears to be quite free from the water, which
floats like a train of clouds over the gloomy stretch below. Steep
rocky peaks jut up everywhere from the depths, and enclose the entire
stage. The ground is a wild confusion of jagged rocks, no part of
it being quite level, and on every side deeper fisures are indicated
by a still denser gloom. Woglinde circles with graceful swimming
movements round the central rock._
WOGLINDE
Weia! Waga!
Roll, O ye billows,
Rock ye our cradle!
Wagala weia!
Wallala, weiala, weia!
WELLGUNDE [_From above._
Woglinde, watchest alone?
WOGLINDE
If Wellgunde came we were two.
WELLGUNDE [_Dives down to the rock_.
How keepest thou watch?
WOGLINDE [_Swimming off, eludes her_.
Wary of thee.
[_They playfully tease and chase one another_.
FLOSSHILDE [_From above_.
Heiaha weia!
Ho! ye wild sisters!
WELLGUNDE
Flosshilde, swim!
Woglinde flies:
Help me to hinder her flying.
FLOSSHILDE [_Dives down between the two at play._
The sleeping gold
Badly ye guard;
Watch with more zeal
The slumberer's bed,
Or dear you'll pay for your sport!
[_They swim asunder with merry cries. Flosshilde
tries to catch first the one, then the other.
They elude her, and then combine to chase her,
darting like fish from rock to rock with jests and
laughter. Meanwhile Alberich climbs out of a dark
ravine on to a rock. He pauses, still surrounded
by darkness, and watches the frolic of the
Rhine-Maidens with increasing pleasure._
ALBERICH
Hey, hey! ye nixies!
Ye are a lovely,
Lovable folk!
From Nibelheim's night
Fain would I come,
Would ye be kind to me.
[_The maidens, as soon as they hear Alberich's
voice, stop playing._
WOGLINDE
Hei! Who is there?
WELLGUNDE
A voice! It grows dark!
FLOSSHILDE
Who listens below?
[_They dive down and see the Nibelung._
WOGLINDE and WELLGUNDE
Fie! the loathsome one!
[Illustration: Plate 02, The frolic of the Rhine-Maidens.]
FLOSSHILDE [_Swimming up quickly._
Look to the gold!
Father warned us
Of such a foe.
[Both the others follow her, and all three gather
quickly round the central rock.
ALBERICH
You above there!
THE THREE RHINE-MAIDENS
What wouldst thou below there?
ALBERICH
Do I spoil sport
By standing and gazing here?
Dived ye but deeper,
Fain the Niblung
Would join in your frolic and play.
WELLGUNDE
He wishes to join us?
WOGLINDE
Is he in jest?
ALBERICH
Ye gleam above me
So glad and fair!
If one would only
Glide down, how close in my arms
Fondly clasped she would be!
FLOSSHILDE
I laugh at my fears:
The foe is in love.
WELLGUNDE
The amorous imp!
WOGLINDE
Let us approach him.
[She sinks down to the top of the rock, whose base
Alberich has reached.
ALBERICH
Lo! one of them comes!
WOGLINDE
Climb up to me here!
ALBERICH
[_Climbs with gnome-like agility, though with
repeated checks, to the summit of the rock.
Irritably._
Horrid rock,
So slippery, slimy!
I slide and slip!
My hands and feet vainly
Attempt to hold on
To the slithery surface!
Vapour damp
Fills up my nostrils--
Accursed sneezing!
[_He has got near Woglinde,_
WOGLINDE [_Laughing._
Sneezing tells
That my suitor comes!
ALBERICH
Be thou my love!
Adorable child!
[_He tries to embrace her._
WOGLINDE [_Escaping from him._
Here thou must woo,
If woo me thou wilt!
[_She swims up to another rock._
ALBERICH [_Scratching his head._
Alas! not yet caught?
Come but closer!
Hard I found
What so lightly thou didst.
WOGLINDE [_Swims to a third rock lower down._
Deeper descend:
Thou'lt certainly seize me!
ALBERICH [_Clambers down quickly._
Down there it is better!
WOGLINDE [_Darts upwards to a higher rock at the side._
But better still higher!
WELLGUNDE AND FLOSSHILDE [_Laughing_
Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
ALBERICH
How capture this coy,
Elusive fish?
Wait for me, false one!
[_He tries to climb after her in haste._
WELLGUNDE
[_Has sunk down to a lower rock on the other side._
Heia! my friend there!
Dost thou not hear?
ALBERICH [_Turning round._
What? Didst thou call?
WELLGUNDE
Be counselled by me:
Forsake Woglinde,
Climb up to me now!
ALBERICH
[_Climbs hastily over the river-bottom towards
Wellgunde._
Thou art more comely
Far than that coy one;
Her sheen is duller,
Her skin too smooth.
But thou must deeper
Dive to delight me!
WELLGUNDE
[_Sinking down till she is a little nearer him._
Well, now am I near?
ALBERICH
Not near enough.
Thine arms around me
Tenderly throw,
That I may fondle
Thy neck with my fingers,
And closely may cling
To thy bosom with love and with longing.
WELLGUNDE
Art thou in love?
For love art thou pining?
Approach and show me
Thy face and thy form.
Fie! thou horrible
Hunchback, for shame!
Swarthy, horny-skinned
Rogue of a dwarf!
Find thou a sweetheart
Fonder than I?
ALBERICH
[_Tries to detain her by force_
I may not be fair,
But fast I can hold!
WELLGUNDE
[_Swimming up quickly to the middle rock._
Hold firm, or I will escape!
WOGLINDE AND FLOSSHILDE [_Laughing._
Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
ALBERICH [_Angrily calling after Wellgunde._
Fickle maid!
Bony, cold-blooded fish!
Fair if I seem not,
Pretty and playful
Smooth and sleek--
Hei! if I am so loathsome
Give thy love to the eels!
FLOSSHILDE
What ails thee, dwarf?
Daunted so soon?
Though two have been wooed,
Still a third waits thee,
Solace sweet
Fain at a word to grant!
ALBERICH
Soothing song
Sounds in my ear!
'Twas well I found
Three and not one!
The chance is I charm one of many,
Whilst, single, no one would choose me!
Hither come gliding,
And I will believe!
FLOSSHILDE [_Dives down to Alberich._
How senseless are ye,
Silly sisters,
Not to see he is fair!
ALBERICH [_Hastening towards her._
I well may deem them
Dull and ill-favoured,
Seeing how lovely thou art!
FLOSSHILDE
Sing on! Thy song,
So soft and sweet,
Entrancing sounds in my ear!
ALBERICH [_Caressing her with confidence._
My heart burns
And flutters and fails,
Flattered by praises so sweet!
FLOSSHILDE [_Gently resisting him._
Thy grace and beauty
Make glad my eye;
And thy smile refreshes
My soul like balm
[_She draws him tenderly towards her._
Dearest of men!
ALBERICH
Sweetest of maids!
FLOSSHILDE
Wert thou but mine!
ALBERICH
Wert mine for ever!
FLOSSHILDE [_Ardently._
To be pierced by thy glance,
To be pricked by thy beard,
To see and to feel them for aye!
Might thy hair hard as bristles
Flow ever more
Enraptured Flosshilde wreathing!
And thy form like a frog's,
And the croak of thy voice--
O could I, dumb with amaze,
Marvel forever on these!
WOGLINDE AND WELLGUNDE
[_Dive down close to them and laugh._
Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
ALBERICH [_Starting in alarm._
Wretches, dare ye thus scoff?
FLOSSHILDE [_Suddenly darting away from him._
A suitable end to the song.
[_She swims up quickly with her sisters._
WOGLINDE AND WELLGUNDE [_Laughing._
Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
ALBERICH [_In a wailing voice._
Woe's me! Ah, woe's me!
Alas! Alas!
The third one, so dear,
Does she too betray?
O sly and shameful
Worthless and dissolute wantons!
Live ye on lies
Alone, O ye false nixie brood?
THE THREE RHINE MAIDENS
Wallala! Wallala!
Lalalelai leialalei!
Heia! Heia! ha! ha!
Shame on thee goblin,
Scolding down yonder!
Cease, and do as we bid thee!
Faint-hearted wooer,
Why couldst not hold
The maid, when won, more fast?
True are we,
And troth we keep
With lovers when once caught.
Grasp then and hold;
Away with all fear!
In the waves we scarce can escape.
Wallala!
Lalaleia! Leialalei!
Heia! Heia! Ha hei!
[_They swim apart hither and thither, now lower,
now higher, to provoke Alberich to give chase._
[Illustration: Plate 03, The Rhine-Maidens teasing Alberich.]
ALBERICH
Fiercely within me
Passionate fires
Consume and flame!
Love and fury,
Wild, resistless,
Lash me to frenzy!
So laugh and lie your fill--
One of you I desire,
And one must yield to my yearning!
[_He starts chasing them with desperate energy.
He climbs with terrible agility, and, springing
from rock to rock, tries to catch one maiden
after another. They keep eluding him with mocking
laughter. He stumbles and falls into the abyss, and
clambers up quickly again and resumes the chase.
They sink down a little towards him; he almost
reaches them, but falls, back again, and once
more tries to catch them. At last he pauses out
of breath, and, foaming with rage, stretches his
clenched fist up towards the maidens._
ALBERICH
If but this fist had one!
[_He remains speechless with rage, gazing upwards,
when he is suddenly attracted and arrested by the
following spectacle. Through the water a light
of continually increasing brilliance breaks from
above, and, at a point near the top of the middle
rock, kindles to a radiant and dazzling golden
gleam. A magical light streams from this through
the waves._
WOGLINDE
Look, sisters!
The wakener laughs to the deep.
WELLGUNDE
Through the billows green
The blissful slumberer greets.
FLOSSHILDE
He kisses the eyelid,
Making it open;
Bathed in splendour,
Behold it smiles,
Sending, like a star,
Gleaming light through the waves.
THE THREE RHINE-MAIDENS
[_Swimming gracefully round the cliff together._
Heia jaheia!
Heia jaheia!
Wallala la la la leia jahei!
Rhinegold!
Rhinegold!
Radiant delight,
How glorious and glad thy smile,
Over the water
Shooting effulgence afar!
Heia jahei!
Heia jaheia!
Waken, friend!
Wake in joy!
That we may please thee,
Merry we'll play,
Waters afire,
Billows aflame,
As, blissfully bathing,
Dancing and singing,
We dive and encircle thy bed!
Rhinegold!
Rhinegold!
Heia jaheia!
Heia jaheia!
Wallala la la la heia jahei!
[_With increasing mirthful abandonment the maidens
swim round the rock. The water is filled with a
glimmering golden light._
ALBERICH
[_Whose eyes, strongly attracted by the radiance,
stare fixedly at the gold._
What is it, sleek ones,
That yonder gleams and shines?
THE THREE RHINE-MAIDENS
Where dost thou hail from, O churl,
Of the Rhinegold not to have heard?
WELLGUNDE
Knows not the elf
Of the famed eye golden
That wakes and sleeps in turn?
WOGLINDE
Of the star resplendent
Down in the depths
Whose light illumines the waves?
THE THREE RHINE-MAIDENS [_Together_
See how gaily
We glide in the glory!
Wouldst thou also
Be bathed in brightness,
Come, float and frolic with us!
Wallala la la leia lalei!
Wallala la la leia jahei!
ALBERICH
Has the gold no value
Apart from your games?
It were not worth getting!
WOGLINDE
He would not scoff,
Scorning the gold,
Did he but know all its wonders!
WELLGUNDE
That man surely
The earth would inherit
Who from the Rhinegold
Fashioned the ring
Which measureless power imparts.
FLOSSHILDE
Our father told us,
And strictly bade us
Guard with prudence
The precious hoard
That no thief from the water might steal it.
Be still, then, chattering fools.
WELLGUNDE
O prudent sister,
Why chide and reproach?
Hast thou not heard
That one alone
Can hope to fashion the gold?
WOGLINDE
Only the man
Who love defies,
Only the man
From love who flies
Can learn and master the magic
That makes a ring of the gold.
WELLGUNDE
Secure then are we
And free from care:
For love is part of living;
No one would live without loving.
WOGLINDE
And least of all he,
The languishing elf,
With pangs of love
Pining away.
FLOSSHILDE
I fear him not
Who should surely know,
By his savage lust
Almost inflamed.
[Illustration: Plate 04
"Mock away! Mock away!
The Niblung makes for your toy!"]
WELLGUNDE
A brimstone brand
In the surging waves,
In lovesick frenzy
Hissing loud.
THE THREE RHINE-MAIDENS [_Together._
Wallala! Wallaleia la la!
Join in our laughter,
Lovable elf!
In the golden glory
How gallant thy sheen!
O come, lovely one, laugh as we laugh!
Heia jaheia!
Heia jaheia!
Wallala la la la leia jahei!
[_They swim, laughing, backwards and forwards in
the light._
ALBERICH
[_His eyes fixed on the gold, has listened
attentively to the sisters rapid chatter._
Could I truly
The whole earth inherit through thee?
If love be beyond me
My cunning could compass delight?
[_In a terribly loud voice._
Mock away! Mock!
The Niblung makes for your toy!
[_Raging he springs on to the middle rock,
and clambers to the top. The maidens scatter,
screaming, and swim upwards on different sides._
THE THREE RHINE MAIDENS
Heia! Heia!heia jahei!
Save yourselves!
The elf is distraught!
Swirling waters splash
At every leap:
The creature's crazy with love!
Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
ALBERICH
[_Reaching the topwith a last spring._
Still undismayed?
Go, wanton in darkness.
Water-born brood!
[_He stretches his hand out towards the gold._
My hand quenches your light;
I tear the gold from the rock;
Forged be the ring for revenge!
Bear witness, ye floods--
I forswear love and curse it!
[_He tears the gold from the rock with terrific
force, and immediately plunges with it into the
depths, where he quickly disappears. Sudden
darkness envelops the scene. The maidens dive down
after the robber._
THE THREE RHINE MAIDENS
Seize the despoiler!
Rescue the gold!
Help us! Help us!
Woe! Woe!
[_The water sinks with them. From the lowest depth
Alberich's shrill, mocking laughter rings up. The
rocks are hidden by impenetrable darkness. The
whole stage from top to bottom is filled with black
waves, which for some time appear to sink even
lower._
[Illustration: plate 05
"Seize the despoiler!
Rescue the gold!
Help us! Help us!
Woe! Woe!"]
SECOND SCENE
_The waves have gradually changed into clouds which, becoming lighter
and lighter by degrees, finally disperse in a fine mist. As the mist
vanishes upwards in light little clouds an open space on a mountain
height becomes visible in the dim light which precedes dawn. At one
side Wotan with Fricka beside him both asleep, lie on a flowery bank.
The dawning day illumines with increasing brightness a castle with
glittering pinnacles which stands on the summit of a cliff in the
background. Between this and the foreground a deep valley is visible
through which the Rhine flows._
FRICKA
[_Awakes; her gaze falls on the castle, which has
become plainly visible; alarmed._
WOTAN [_Continuing to dream._
The happy hall of delight
Is guarded by gate and door:
Manhood's honour,
Power for aye,
Rise to my lasting renown!
FRICKA [_Shakes him._
Up from deceitful
Bliss of a dream!
My husband, wake and consider!
WOTAN
[_Awakes and raises himself slightly. His glance is
immediately arrested by the view of the castle._
The walls everlasting are built!
On yonder summit
The Gods' abode
Proudly rears
Its radiant strength!
As I nursed it in dream
And desired it to be,
Strong it stands,
Fair to behold,
Brave and beautiful pile!
FRICKA
While thou rejoicest,
Joyless am I.
Thou hast thy hall;
My heart fears for Freia.
Heedless one, hast thou forgotten
The price that was to be paid?
The work is finished,
And forfeit the pledge:
Hast thou then no care for the cost?
WOTAN
My bargain well I remember
With them who built the abode.
'Twas a pact tamed them,
The obstinate race,
So that this hallowed
Hall they have built me.
It stands--the strong ones' doing:--
Fret not thou, counting the cost.
FRICKA
O laughing, insolent lightness!
Mirth how cruel and callous!
Had I but known of thy pact,
The trick had never been played;
But far from your counsels
Ye men kept the women,
That, deaf to us and in peace,
Alone ye might deal with the giants.
So without shame
Ye promised them Freia,
Freia, my beautiful sister,
Proud of playing the thief.
What remains holy
Or precious to men
Once grown greedy of might?
WOTAN [_Calmly._
From such greed
Was Fricka then free
Herself when the castle she craved?
FRICKA
I was forced to ponder some means
To keep my husband faithful,
True to me when his fancy
Tempted him far from his home.
Halls high and stately,
Decked to delight thee,
Were to constrain thee
To peaceful repose.
But thou hadst the work designed
Intent on war alone;
It was to add
More to thy might still,
To stir up to tumult still fiercer
That built were the towering walls
WOTAN
Wouldst thou, O Wife!
In the castle confine me,
To me, the god, must be granted,
Faithful at home,
The right to wage war
And conquer the world from without.
Ranging and changing
All men love:
That sport at least thou must leave me.
FRICKA
Cold, hard-hearted,
Merciless man!
For the idle baubles,
Empire and sway,
Thou stakest in insolent scorn
Love and a woman's worth!
WOTAN
When I went wooing, to win thee
I staked ungrudging,
Gladly one of my eyes:
What folly now then to scold!
Women I honour
Beyond thy desire!
I will not abandon
Frei, the fair:
Such never was my intent.
FRICKA
[_ Anxiously looking towards a point not on the
stage._
Then succour her now:
Defenceless, in fear,
Hither she hastens for help!
FREIA
[_Enters as if flying from someone._
Help me, sister!
Shield me, o brother!
From yonder mountain
Menaces Fasolt:
He comes to bear me off captive.
WOTAN
Let him come!
Sawest thou Loge?
FRICKA
To this tricky deceiver
O why wilt thou trust?
He always snares thee anew,
Though from his snares thou hast suffered.
WOTAN
I ask for no aid
Where simple truth suffices;
But to turn the spite
Of foes to profit,
Craft and cunning alone
Can teach, as by Loge employed.
He whose advice I obeyed
Has promised ransom for Freia:
On him my faith I have fixed.
FRICKA
And art left in the lurch.
The giants come.
Lo! hither they stride:
Where lingers now thine ally?
FREIA
Where tarry ye, my brothers,
When help ye should bring me,
Weak and bartered away by my kin?
O help me, Donner!
Hither! Hither!
Rescue Freia, my Froh!
FRICKA
Now the knaves who plotted and tricked thee
Abandon thee in thy need.
[_Fasolt and Fafner, both of gigantic stature,
enter, armed with stout clubs._
FASOLT
Soft sleep
Sealed thine eyes
While we, both sleepless,
Built the castle walls:
Working hard
Wearied not,
Heaping, heaving
Heavy stones.
Tower steep,
Door and gate
Keep and guard
Thy goodly castle halls.
[_Pointing to the castle._
There stands
What we builded,
Shining fair
Beneath the sun.
Enter in
And pay the price!
WOTAN
Name, Workers, your wage.
What payment will appease you?
FASOLT
We made the terms
That seemed to us meet.
Hast thou forgot so soon?
Freia, the fair one,
Holda, the free one--
The bargain is
We bear her away.
WOTAN (Quickly.)
Ye must be mad
To moot such a thing!
Ask some other wage;
Freia I will not grant.
FASOLT
_Stands for a space speechless with angry surprise._
What is this? Ha!
Wouldest deceive?--
Go back on thy bond?
What thy spear wards
Are they but sport,
All the runes of solemn bargain?
FAFNER
O trusty brother!
Fool, dost now see the trick?
FASOLT
Son of light,
Light, unstable,
Hearken! Have a care!
In treaties keep thou troth!
What thou art
Thou art only by treaties,
For, built on bonds,
There are bounds to thy might.
Though cunning thou,
More clever than we:
Though we once freemen,
Are pledged to peace,
Cursed be all thy wisdom;--
Peaceful promises perish!--
Wilt thou not open,
Honest and frank
Stand fast by a bargain once fixed.
A stupid giant
Tells thee this:
O wise one, take it from him!
[Illustration: plate 06, Freia, the fair one]
WOTAN
How sly to judge us serious
When plainly we were but jesting!
The beautiful Goddess
Light and bright--
For churls what charm could she have?
FASOLT
Jeerest thou?
Ha! how unjust!
Ye who by beauty rule,
Proud and radiant race!
How foolish, striving
For towers of stone,
Woman's love to pledge--
Price of walls and of halls!
We dolts, despising ease,
Sweating with toil-hardened hands,
Have worked, that a woman
With gentle delight
In our midst might sojourn
And ye call the pact a jest?
FAFNER
Cease thy childish chatter;
No gain look we to get.
Freia's charms
Mean little;
But it means much,
If from the Gods we remove her.
Golden apples
Ripen within her garden;
She alone
Grows the apples and tends them.
The goodly fruit
Gives to her kinsfolk,
Who eat thereof,
Youth everlasting.
Sick and pale,
Their beauty would perish,
Old and weak,
Wasting away,
Were not Freia among them.
[_Roughly._
From their midst, therefore, Freia must forth!
WOTAN [_Aside._
Loge lingers long!
FASOLT
We wait for thy word!
WOTAN
Ask some other wage!
FASOLT
No other: Freia alone!
FAFNER
Thou there, follow us!
[_Fafner and Fasolt press towards Freia. Froh and
Donner enter in haste._
FREIA
Help! Help from the harsh ones!
FROH
To me, Freia!
[_Clasping Freia in his arms._ [_To Fafner._
Back, overbold one!
Froh shields the fair one!
DONNER [_Confronting the giants._
Fasolt and Fafner,
Have ye not felt
With what weight my hammer falls?
FAFNER
What means thy threat?
FASOLT
What wouldst thou here?
No strife we desire;
We want but our due reward.
DONNER
Oft I've doled out
Giants their due:
Come, your reward is here
Waiting, full measure and more!
[_He swings his hammer._
WOTAN
[_Stretching out his spear between the combatants._
Hold, thou fierce one!
Nothing by force!
All bonds and treaties
My spear protects;
Spare then thy hammer's haft!
FREIA
Woe's me! Woe's me!
Wotan forsakes me!
FRICKA
Can such be thy thought,
Merciless man?
WOTAN
[_Turns away and sees Loge coming._
There comes Loge!
Hot is thy haste
Smoothly to settle
Thy sorry, badly-made bargain!
LOGE
[_Has come up out of the valley in the background._
What is this bargain
That I am blamed for?--
The one with the giants
That thou thyself didst decide?
O'er hill and o'er hollow
Drives me my whim;
House and hearth
I do not crave.
Donner and Froh,
They dream but of roof and room:
Wedding, must have
A home in which to dwell,
A stately hall,
A fortress fast.
It was such Wotan wished.
Hall and house,
Castle, court,
The blissful abode
Now stands complete and strong.
I proved the lordly
Pile myself;
In fear of flaws,
Scanning it close.
Fasolt and Fafner
Faithful I found;
Firm-bedded is each stone.
I was not slothful
Like many here:
Who calls me sluggard, he lies!
WOTAN
Cunningly
Thou wouldst escape!
Warned be, and wisely
Turn from attempts to deceive.
Of all the Gods
I alone stood by thee
As thy friend,
In the gang that trusted thee not.
Now speak, and to the point!
For when the builders at first
As wage Freia demanded,
I gave way only,
Trusting thy word
When thou didst solemnly promise
To ransom the noble pledge.
LOGE
Perplexed to puzzle,
Plans to ponder
For its redeeming--
That promise I gave;
But to discover
What cannot be,
What none can do,
No man can possibly promise.
FRICKA
See the treacherous
Rogue thou didst trust!
FROH
Named art Loge,
But liar I call thee!
DONNER
Accursèd flame,
I will quench thy fire!
LOGE
From their shame to shelter,
Foolish folk flout me.
[_Donner threatens to strike Loge._
WOTAN
[_Stepping between them._
Forbear and let him alone!
Ye wot not Loge's wiles.
His advice,
Given slowly, gains
Both in weight and in worth.
FAFNER
Do not dally;
Promptly pay!
FASOLT
Long waits our reward.
WOTAN
_Turns sternly to Loge._
Speak up surly one!
Fail me not!
How far hast thou ranged and roamed?
LOGE
Still with reproach
Is Loge paid!
Concerned but for thee,
Thorough and swift,
I searched and ransacked
To the ends of the earth
To find a ransom for Freia
Fair to the giants and just.
In vain the search,
Convincing at last
That the world contains
Nothing so sweet
That a man will take it instead
Of woman's love and delight.
[_All seem surprised and taken aback._
Where life moves and has being,
In water, earth and air
I questioned,
Asking of all things,
Where weak still is strength,
And germs only stirring,
What men thought dear--
And stronger deemed--
Than woman's love and delight.
But where life moves and has being
My questions met
But with laughter and scorn.
In water, earth and air
Woman and love
Will none forego.
[_Varied gestures of amazement._
One man, one only,
I met who, renouncing love,
Prized ruddy gold
Above any woman's grace.
The Rhine's pure-gleaming children
Told me of their sorrow.
The Nibelung,
Night-Alberich,
Wooed for the favour
Of the swimmers in vain,
And vengeance took,
Stealing the Rhinegold they guard.
He thinks it now
A thing beyond price,
Greater than woman's grace.
For their glittering toy
Thus torn from the deep
The sorrowful maids lamented.
They pray, Wotan,
Pleading to thee,
That thy wrath may fall on the robber
The gold too
They would have thee grant them
To guard in the water for ever.
Loge promised
The maidens to tell thee,
And, keeping faith, he has told.
[Illustration: plate 07
"The Rhine's pure-gleaming children
Told me of their sorrow"]
WOTAN
Dull thou must be
Or downright knavish!
In parlous plight myself,
What help have I for others?
FASOLT
[_Who has been listening attentively, to Fafner._
The Niblung has much annoyed us;
I greatly grudge him this Rhinegold;
But such his craft and cunning,
He has never been caught.
FAFNER
Other malice
Ponders the Niblung;
Gains he might from gold
Listen, Loge!
Tell us the truth.
What wondrous gift has the gold,
That the dwarf desires it so?
LOGE
A plaything,
In the waves providing
Children with laughter and sport,
It gives, when to golden
Ring it is rounded,
Power and might unmatched;
It wins its owner the world.
WOTAN [_Thoughtfully._
Rumours I have heard
Of the Rhinegold;
Runes of riches
Hide in its ruddy glow;
Pelf and power
Are by the ring bestowed.
FRICKA [_Softly to Loge._
Could this gaud,
This gleaming trinket
Forged from the gold,
Be worn by a woman too?
LOGE
The wife who wore
That glittering charm
Never would lose
Her husband's love--
That charm which dwarfs are welding,
Working in thrall to the ring.
FRICKA [_Coaxingly to Wotan._
O could but my husband
Come by the ring!
WOTAN
_As if falling more and more under the influence of
a spell._
Methinks it were wisdom,
Won I the ring to my service.
But say, Loge,
How shall I learn
To forge and fashion it true?
LOGE
A magic rune
Can round the golden ring.
No one knows it,
Yet plain the spell to him
Who happy love forswears.
[_Wotan turns away in annoyance._
That suits thee not;
Thou art too late too.
Alberich did not delay;
Fearless he mastered
The potent spell,
[_Harshly._
And wrought aright was the ring.
DONNER _To Wotan._
We should all be
Under the dwarf,
Were not the ring from him wrested.
WOTAN
The ring I must capture!
FROH
Lightly now,
Without cursing love it were won.
LOGE
Just so:
Without guile, as in children's games!
WOTAN
Then tell us how.
LOGE
By theft!
What a thief stole
Steal thou from the thief;
How better could object be won?
But with baleful arms
Battles Alberich.
Wary, wise
Must be thy scheming,
If the thief thou wouldst confound,
_With warmth._
And restore the ruddy
And golden toy,
The Rhinegold, to the maidens.
For this they pray and implore.
WOTAN
The river-maidens?
What profit were mine?
FRICKA
Of that billow-born brood
Bring me no tidings,
For they have wooed
To my woe
Full many a man to their caves.
_Wotan stands silent, struggling with himself. The
other Gods gaze at him in mute suspense. Fafner,
meanwhile, has been consulting aside with Fasolt._
FAFNER
Worth far more than Freia
Were the glittering gold.
Eternal youth, too, were his
Who could use the charm in its quest.
[_Fasolt's gestures indicate that he is being
convinced against his will. Fafner and Fasolt
approach Wotan again._
FAFNER
Hear, Wotan,
Our word while we wait;
Freia we will restore you,
And will take
Paltrier payment:
The Niblung's red-gleaming gold
Will guerdon us giants rude.
WOTAN
Ye must be mad!
With what I possess not
How can I, shameless ones, pay you?
FAFNER
Hard labour
Went to those walls;
How easy
With fraud-aided force
(What our malice never achieved)
The Niblung to break and bind!
[Illustration: Plate 08, Fasolt suddenly seizes Freia and drags her to
one side with Fafner]
WOTAN [_More quickly._
Why should I make
War on the Niblung?--
Fight, your foe to confound?
Insolent
And greedily grasping
Dolts you grow through my debt!
FASOLT
[_Suddenly seizes Freia and drags her to one side
with Fafner._
Maiden, come!
We claim thee ours!
As pledge thou shalt be held
Till the ransom is paid.
FREIA [_Screaming_.
Woe's me! Woe's me! Woe!
FAFNER
From your midst
We bear her forth!
Till evening--mark it well I--
As a pledge she is ours.
We will return then.
But when we come,
If the Rhinegold be not ready,
The Rhinegold bright and red--
FASOLT
The respite is ended,
Freia is forfeit
And bides among us for aye!
FREIA
Sister! Brothers!
Save me! Help!
[_The giants hasten off, dragging Freia with them._
FROH
Up! Follow fast!
DONNER
Fall now the heavens!
[_They look inquiringly at Wotan._
FREIA [_In the distance._
Save me! Help!
LOGE [_Looking after the giants._
Downward over stock and stone
Striding they go;
Through the ford across the Rhine
Wade now the robbers.
Sad at heart
Hangs Freia,
Thrown rudely over rough shoulders!
Heia! hei!
The louts, how they lumber along!
Through the Rhine valley they reel.
Not till Riesenheim's march
Is reached will they rest!
[_He turns to the Gods._
How darkly Wotan doth dream!
What ails the high, happy Gods?
[_A pale mist, gradually increasing in density,
fills the stage. Seen through it the Gods look more
and more wan and aged. All stand in dismay and
apprehension regarding Wotan, whose eyes are fixed
broodingly on the ground._
LOGE
Does a mist mock me?
Tricks me a dream?
Dismayed and wan,
How swiftly ye fade!
Lo! the bloom forsakes your cheeks,
And quenched is the light of your eyes!
Courage, Froh!
Day's but begun!
From thy hand, Donner,
The hammer is falling!
And why frets Fricka?
Sees she with sorrow
That Wotan's hair, growing grey,
Has made him gloomy and old?
FRICKA
Woe's me! Woe's me!
What does it mean?
[Illustration: Plate 09, The Gods grow wan and aged at the loss of Freia.]
DONNER
My hand sinks down.
FROH
My heart stands still.
LOGE
I have it: hear what ye lack!
Of Freia's fruit
Ye have not partaken to-day.
The golden apples
Within her garden
Restored you your strength and your youth,
Ate ye thereof each day.
The garden's guardian
In pledge has been given.
On the branches dries
And droops the fruit,
To drop soon and decay.
My loss is lighter,
For still did Freia,
Stingy to me,
Stint the delectable fruit.
Not half as godlike
Am I, ye high ones, as you!
[_Freely, but quickly and harshly._
But ye trusted solely
To the fruit that makes young,
As well both the giants wist.
Your life they played for,
Plotted to take;
Contrive so that they fail.
Lacking the apples,
Old and worn,
Grey and weary,
Wasting, the scoff of the world,
The Gods must pine and pass.
FRICKA [_Anxiously_
Wotan, alas!
Unhappy man!
See what thy laughing
Lightness has brought us--
Scoff and scorn for all!
WOTAN [_Coming to a sudden resolve, starts up._
Up, Loge,
And follow me!
To Nibelheim hastening downward,
I go in search of the gold.
LOGE
The Rhine-daughters
Thy aid invoked:
Not vainly they hoped for thy help then?
WOTAN [_Angrily._
Fool, be silent!
Freia, the fair one--
Freia's ransom we go for.
LOGE
Where thou wouldst go
Gladly I lead.
Shall we dive
Sheer through the depths of the Rhine?
WOTAN
Not through the Rhine.
LOGE
Then swift let us swing
Through this smoky chasm.
Together, come, creep we in!
[_He goes in front and vanijhes at the side through
a cleft, from which, immediately afterwards,
sulphurous vapour streams forth._
WOTAN
Ye others wait
Till evening here;
The golden ransom
When got will again make us young.
[_He descends after Loge into the chasm. The
sulphurous vapour which rises from it spreads over
the whole stage and quickly fills it with thick
clouds. Those who remain behind are soon hidden._
DONNER
Fare thee well, Wotan!
FROH
Good luck! Good luck!
FRICKA
O come back soon
To thy sorrowing wife!
[_The sulphurous vapour darkens till it becomes a
black cloud, which rises upwards from below. This
then changes to a dark, rocky cavern which keeps
rising, so that the stage seems to sink deeper and
deeper into the earth._
THIRD SCENE
_From various points in the distance ruddy lights gleam out. An
increasing clamour, as of smiths at work, is heard on all sides. The
clang of the anvils dies away. A vast subterranean chasm becomes
visible which seems to open into narrow gorges on all sides. Alberich
drags the screaming Mime out of a side cleft._
ALBERICH
Héhé! Héhé!
Come here! Come here!
Mischievous dwarf!
Prettily pinched
Promptly thou'lt be
Hast thou not ready,
Wrought to my wish,
The dainty thing I desire!
MIME [_Howling._
Ohé! Ohé!
Oh! Oh!
Let me alone!
It is forged;
Heeding thy hest
I laboured hard
Till it was done!
Take but thy nails from my ear!
ALBERICH
Then why this delay
To show thy work?
MIME
I feared that something
Might still be wanting.
[Illustration: Plate 10
MIME, howling.
"Ohé! Ohé!
Oh! Oh!"]
ALBERICH
What is there to finish?
MIME [_Embarrassed._
Here--and there----
ALBERICH
How here and there?
Hand me the thing!
[_He tries to catch hold of his ear again. In his
terror Mime drops a piece of metal-work which he
has been clutching convulsively. Alberich picks it
up hastily and examines it with care._
Rogue, observe!
See how all wrought is
Well finished and feat,
Done as desired!
The simpleton wants
Slyly to trick me
And keep by cunning
The wonderful work,
Though all his skill
Came alone from my craft.
Thou art discovered, thief.
[_He puts the Tarnhelm on his head._
The helmet fits the head;
But will the spell prosper too?
[_Very softly._
"Night and darkness,
Seen of none!"
[_He vanishes, and a pillar of cloud takes his
place._
Brother, canst see me?
MIME [_Looks round in amaze._
Where art thou? I see no one.
ALBERICH [_Invisible._
Then feel me instead,
Thou lazy scamp!
Take that for thy thievish thoughts!
MIME
[_Writhes under the lathes he receives, the sound
of which is heard without the whip being seen._
Ohé! Ohé!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
ALBERICH [_Invisible and laughing._
Ha! ha! ha!
Ha! ha! ha!
I thank thee, blockhead;
Thy work has stood the test.
Hoho! Hoho!
Nibelungs all
Bow now to Alberich!
For he is everywhere,
Waiting and watching;
Peace and rest
Are past for ever;
Ye must all serve him,
Though see him can none;
Where he cannot be spied
Look out for his coming;
None shall escape from his thraldom!
[_Harshly._
Hoho! hoho!
Hearken, he nears:
The Nibelung's lord!
[_The pillar of cloud disappears in the background.
Alberich's scolding voice is heard more and more
faintly. Mime lies huddled up in pain. Wotan and
Loge come down through a cleft in the rock._
LOGE
Nibelheim here.
Through pale mists gleaming,
How bright yonder fiery sparks glimmer!
MIME
Oh! Oh! Oh!
WOTAN
I hear loud groans.
Who lies on the ground?
[Illustration: Plate 11, Mime writhes under the lashes he receives.]
LOGE [_Bends over Mime._
Why all this whimpering noise?
MIME
Ohé! Ohé!
Oh! Oh!
LOGE
Hei, Mime! Merry dwarf!
Who beats and bullies thee so?
MIME
Leave me in peace, pray.
LOGE
So much is certain,
And more still. Hark!
Help I promise thee, Mime!
[_He raises him with difficulty._
MIME
What help for me?
To do his bidding
My brother can force me,
For I am bound as his slave.
LOGE
But, Mime, how has he
Thus made thee his thrall?
MIME
By evil arts
Fashioned Alberich
A yellow ring,
From the Rhinegold forged,
At whose mighty magic
Trembling we marvel;
This spell puts in his power
The Nibelung hosts of night.
Happy we smiths
Moulded and hammered,
Making our women
Trinkets to wear--
Exquisite Nibelung toys--
And lightly laughed at our toil.
The rogue now compels us
To creep into caverns,
For him alone
To labour unthanked.
Through the golden ring
His greed can divine
Where untouched treasure
In hidden gorge gleams.
We still must keep spying,
Peering and delving:
Must melt the booty,
Which, molten, we forge
Without pause or peace,
To heap up higher his hoard.
LOGE
Just now, then, an idler
Roused him to wrath?
MIME
Poor Mime, ah!
My lot was the hardest.
I had to work,
Forging a helmet,
With strict instructions
How to contrive it;
And well I marked
The wondrous might
Bestowed by the helm
That from steel I wrought.
Hence I had gladly
Held it as mine,
And, by its virtue
Risen at last in revolt:
Perchance, yes, perchance
The master himself I had mastered,
And, he in my power, had wrested
The ring from him and used it
That he might serve me, the free man,
[_Harshly_
As now I must serve him, a slave!
LOGE
And wherefore, wise one,
Sped not the plan?
MIME
Ah! though the helm I fashioned,
The magic that lurks therein
I foolishly failed to divine.
He who set the task
And seized the fruits--
From him I have learnt,
Alas I but too late!
All the helmet's cunning craft.
From my sight he vanished,
But, viciously lashing,
Swung his arm through unseen.
[_Howling and sobbing._
This, fool that I am,
Was all my thanks!
[_He rubs his back. Wotan and Loge laugh._
LOGE [_To Wotan._
Confess, our task
Will call for skill.
WOTAN
Yet the foe will yield,
Use thou but fraud.
MIME [_Observes the Gods more attentively._
Who are you, ye strangers
That ask all these questions?
LOGE
Friends to thee,
Who from their straits
Will free all the Nibelung folk.
MIME [_Shrinking back in fear when he hears Alberich returning._
Hark! Have a care!
Alberich comes!
[He runs to and fro in terror.
WOTAN
We'll wait for him here.
[_He sits down calmly on a stone. Alberich, who
has taken the Tarnhelm from his head and hung it
on his girdle, is brandishing his scourge and
driving before him a band of Nibelungs from the
gorges below. These are laden with gold and silver
treasure, which, urged on by Alberich, they pile up
so as to form a large heap._
ALBERICH
Hither! Thither!
Héhé! Hoho!
Lazy herd!
Haste and heap
Higher the hoard.
Up with thee there!
On with thee here!
Indolent dolts,
Down with the treasure!
Need ye my urging?
Here with it all!
[_He suddenly perceives Wotan and Loge._
Hey! Who are they
That thus intrude?
Mime! Come here!
Rascally rogue!
Gossiping art
With the pilgriming pair?
Off, thou idler!
Back to thy bellows and beating!
[_Lashing Mime, he chases him into the crowd of
Nibelungs._
Hey! to your labour!
Get ye all hence now!
Swing ye down swift!
From the virgin gorges
Get me the gold!
This whip will follow,
Delve ye not fast!
That labour ye shirk not
Mime be surety,
Or surely the lash
Of my whip will find him;
That where no one would guess
I watch and I wander,
None knows it better than he.
Loitering still?
Lingering there?
[Illustration: Plate 12, Alberich drives in a band of Nibelungs laden with gold
and silver treasure.]
[_He pulls the ring from his finger, kisses it and
stretches it out in menace._
Fear ye and tremble,
O fallen host,
And obey
The ring's dread lord!
[_Howling and shrieking, the Nibelungs, among them
Mime, scatter, and creep down into the clefts in
all directions._
ALBERICH
What seek ye here?
[_Looks long and distrustfully at Wotan and Loge._
WOTAN
From Nibelheim's gloomy realm
Strange tidings have travelled up,
Tales of wonders
Worked here by Alberich;
And, greedy of marvels,
Hither came we as guests.
ALBERICH
By envy urged,
Hither ye hie.
Such doughty guests
I do not mistake.
LOGE
Since I am known,
Ignorant elf,
Say then, with growling
Whom dost thou greet?
In caverns cold
Where once thou didst crouch,
Who gave thee light
And fire for thy comfort,
Had Loge not smiled on thee?
Or what hadst thou fashioned
Had not I heated thy forge?
I am thy kinsman
And once was kind:
Lukewarm, methinks, are thy thanks!
ALBERICH
On light-born elves
Laughs now Loge,
The crafty rogue:
Art thou, false one, their friend
As my friend thou wert once,
Haha! I laugh!
No harm from such need I fear.
LOGE
No cause then for thy distrust.
ALBERICH
I can trust thy falsehood,
Not thy good faith!
[_Taking up a defiant attitude._
Yet I dare you all unflinching.
LOGE
'Tis thy might
That makes thee so bold;
Grimly great
Groweth thy power.
ALBERICH
Seest thou the hoard
Yonder heaped
High by my host?
LOGE
A richer one never was seen.
ALBERICH
A wretched pile
Is this to-day, though.
Boldly mounting,
'Twill be bigger henceforward.
WOTAN
But what is gained by the hoard
In joyless Nibelheim,
Where wealth finds nothing to buy?
ALBERICH
Treasure to gather
And treasure to garner--
Thereto Nibelheim serves.
But with the hoard
In the caverns upheaped
Wonders all wonder surpassing
Will I perform
And win the whole world and its fairness.
WOTAN
But, my friend, how compass that goal?
ALBERICH
Ye who live above and breathe
The balmy, sweet airs,
Love and laugh:
A hand of gold
Ere long, O ye Gods, will have gripped you!
As I forswore love, even so
No one alive
But shall forswear it;
By golden songs wooed,
For gold alone will his greed be.
On hills of delight
Your home is, where gladness
Softly lulls;
The dark elves
Ye despise, O deathless carousers!
Beware!
Beware!
For first your men
Shall bow to my might;
Then your women fair
Who my wooing spurned
The dwarf will force to his will,
Though frowned on by love.
[_Laughing savagely._
Ha! ha! ha! ha!
Mark ye my word?
Beware!
Beware of the hosts of the night,
When rise shall the Nibelung hoard
From silent depths to the day!
WOTAN [_Furiously._
Avaunt, impious fool!
ALBERICH
What says he?
LOGE [_Stepping between them._
Cease from thy folly!
[_To Alberich._
Who would gaze not in wonder,
Beholding Alberich's work?
If only thy skill can achieve
Everything hope has promised,
Almighty I needs must acclaim thee!
For moon and stars
And the sun in his glory,
Forced to do thee obeisance,
Even they must bow down.
But what would seem of most moment
Is that they who serve thee,
The Nibelung hosts,
Bow and bear no hate.
When thy hand held forth a ring
Thy folk were stricken with fear.
But in thy sleep
A thief might slip up
And steal slyly the ring.
Say, how wouldst thou save thyself then?
ALBERICH
Most shrewd to himself seems Loge;
Others always
Figure as fools.
If I had to ask for
Advice or aid
On bitter terms,
How happy the thief would be!
This helmet that hides
I schemed for myself,
And chose for its smith
Mime, finest of forgers.
I am now able
Swift to assume
Any form that I fancy,
Through the helm.
No one sees me,
Search as he will;
Though everywhere hidden,
I always am there.
So, fearing nothing,
Even from thee I am safe,
Most kind, careful of friends!
LOGE
I have met
Full many a marvel,
But one so wondrous
Have never known.
Achievement so matchless
Scarce can I credit.
Were this possible, truly
Thy might indeed were eternal.
ALBERICH
Dost thou believe
I lie, as would Loge?
LOGE
Till it is proved
I must suspect thy word.
ALBERICH
Puffed up with wisdom,
The fool will explode soon:
Of envy then die!
Decide to what I shall change;
In that form I shall stand.
LOGE
Nay, choose for thyself,
But strike me dumb with amaze.
ALBERICH [_Puts the Tarnhelm on his head._
"Dragon dread,
Wreathe thou and wriggle!"
[_He immediately disappears. An enormous serpent
writhes on the floor in his place. It rears and
threatens Wotan and Loge with its open jaws._
LOGE [_Pretends to be terrified._
Ohé!
ALBERICH [_Laughing._
Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
LOGE
Ohé! Ohé!
Horrible dragon,
O swallow me not!
Spare the life of poor Loge!
WOTAN
Good, Alberich!
Well done, rascal!
How swiftly grew
The dwarf to the dragon immense!
[_The dragon disappears and, in its stead, Alberich
is again seen in his own shape._
ALBERICH
He he! Ye scoffers,
Are ye convinced?
[Illustration: Plate 13
"Ohé! Ohé!
Horrible dragon,
O swallow me not!
Spare the life of poor Loge!"]
LOGE [_In a trembling voice._
My trembling tells thee how truly.
A giant snake
Thou wert in a trice.
Having beheld,
I just credit the wonder.
Couldest thou turn
To something quite tiny
As well as bigger?
Methinks that way were best
For slyly slipping from foes;
That, though, I fear were too hard!
ALBERICH
For thee, yes;
Thou art so dull!
How small shall I be?
LOGE
The most cramped of crannies must hold thee
That hides the timorous toad.
ALBERICH
Nothing simpler!
Look at me now!
[_He puts the Tarnhelm on his head again._
"Crooked toad,
Creep and crawl there!"
[_He vanishes. The Gods see a toad on the rocks
creeping towards them._
LOGE [_To Wotan._
Quick and catch it!
Capture the toad!
[_Wotan sets his foot on the toad. Loge makes a
dash at its head and holds the Tarnhelm in his
hand._
ALBERICH
[_Is suddenly seen in his own shape writhing under
Wotan's foot._
Ohé! I'm caught!
My curse upon them!
LOGE
Hold him fast
Till he is bound.
[_Loge binds his hands and feet with a rope._
Now swiftly up!
Then he is ours.
[_Both seize hold of the prisoner, who struggles
violently, and drag him towards the shaft by which
they descended. They disappear mounting upwards._
FOURTH SCENE
_The scene has changed as before, only in reverse
order. Open space on mountain heights. The prospect
is veiled by pale mist as at the end of the second
scene. Wotan and Loge climb up out of the cavern,
bringing with them Alberich bound._
LOGE
Here, kinsman,
Thou canst sit down!
Friend, look round thee;
There lies the world
That was thine for the winning, thou fool!
What corner, say,
Wilt give to me for my stall?
[_He dances round Alberich, snapping his fingers._
ALBERICH
Infamous robber!
Thou knave! Thou rogue!
Loosen the rope,
Set me at large,
Or dear for this outrage shalt answer!
WOTAN
My captive art thou,
Caught and in fetters.
As thou hadst fain
Subdued the world
And all that the world containeth,
Thou liest bound at my feet,
And, coward, canst not deny it.
A ransom alone
Shall loose thee from bondage.
ALBERICH
Ah, the dolt,
The dreamer I was,
To trust blindly
The treacherous thief!
Fearful revenge
Shall follow this wrong!
LOGE
Vain talk this of vengeance
Before thy freedom is won.
To a man in bonds
No free man expiates outrage.
If vengeance thou dreamest,
Dream of the ransom
First without further delay!
[_He shows him the kind of ransom by snapping his
fingers._
ALBERICH
Declare then your demands.
WOTAN
The hoard and thy gleaming gold.
ALBERICH
Pack of unscrupulous thieves!
[_Aside._
If I only can keep the ring,
The hoard I can lightly let go,
For anew I could win it
And add to its worth
By the powerful spell of the ring.
If as warning it serves
To make me more wise,
The warning will not have been lost,
Even though lost may be the gold.
WOTAN
Wilt yield up the hoard?
ALBERICH
Loosen my hand
To summon it here.
[_Loge frees his right hand._
ALBERICH
[_Touches the ring with his lips and secretly
murmurs the command._
Behold the Nibelungs
Hither are called;
I can hear them coming,
Bid by their lord,
With the hoard from the depths to the day.
Now loosen these burdensome bonds.
WOTAN
Nay, first in full thou must pay.
[_The Nibelungs come up out of the cleft laden with
the objects of which the hoard is composed._
ALBERICH
O bitter disgrace
That my shrinking bondsmen
Should see me captive and bound!
[_To the Nibelungs._
Lay it down there,
As ye are bid!
In a heap
Pile up the hoard.
Must I aid, idlers?
No spying at me!
Haste there! Haste!
Then get ye gone quickly.
Hence to your work.
Home to your gorges!
Let the sluggards beware,
For I follow hard at your heels!
[_He kisses the ring and holds it out with an air
of command. As struck with a blow, the Nibelungs
press terrified and cowering towards the cleft,
down which they hastily disappear._
ALBERICH
The price is paid;
Let me depart!
And that helm of mine
Which Loge still holds,
That also pray give me again!
LOGE
_Throwing the Tarnhelm on to the heap._
The plunder must pay for the pardon.
ALBERICH
Accursed thief!
But patience! Calm!
He who moulded the one
Makes me another;
Still mine is the might
That Mime obeys.
Loath indeed
Am I to leave
My cunning defence to the foe!
Nothing Alberich
Owns at all now;
Unbind, ye tyrants, his bonds!
LOGE [_To Wotan._
Ought I to free him?
Art thou content?
WOTAN
A golden ring
Girdles thy finger:
Hearest, elf?
That also belongs to the hoard.
ALBERICH [_Horrified._
The ring?
WOTAN
The ring must also
Go to the ransom.
ALBERICH [_Trembling._
My life--but the ring: not that!
WOTAN [_With greater violence._
The ring I covet;
For thy life I care not at all.
ALBERICH
But if my life I ransom
The ring I must also rescue
Hand and head,
Eye and ear
Are not mine more truly
Than mine is the ruddy ring!
WOTAN
The ring thou claimest as thine?
Impudent elf, thou art raving.
Tell the truth;
Whence was gotten the gold
To fashion the glittering gaud?
How could that be
Thine which reft was,
Thou rogue, from watery deeps?
To the Rhine's fair daughters
Down and inquire
If the gold
Was as gift to thee given
That thou didst thieve for the ring!
ALBERICH
Vile double-dealing!
Shameless deceit!
Wouldst thou, robber,
Reproach in me
The sin so sweet to thyself?
How fain thou hadst
Bereft the Rhine of its gold,
If it had been
As easy to forge as to steal!
How well for thee,
Thou unctuous knave,
That the Nibelung, stung
By shameful defeat,
And by fury driven,
Was fired into winning the spell
That now alluringly smiles!
Shall I, bliss debarred,
Anguish-burdened
Because of the
Curse-laden deed,
My ring as a toy
Grant to princes for pleasure,
My ban bringing blessing to thee?
Have a care,
Arrogant God!
My sin was one
Concerning myself alone:
But against all that was,
Is and shall be
Thou wouldst wantonly sin,
Eternal one, taking the ring.
WOTAN
Yield the ring!
Thy foolish talk
Gives no title to that.
[_He seizes Alberich and draws the ring from his
finger by force._
ALBERICH [_With a frightful cry._
Woe! Defeated! Undone!
Of wretches the wretchedest slave!
WOTAN [_Contemplating the ring._
I own what makes me supreme,
The mightiest lord of all lords!
[_He puts on the ring._
LOGE [_To Wotan._
Shall he go free?
WOTAN
Loose his bonds.
LOGE [_Sets Alberich quite free._
Slip away home,
For no fetter binds thee!
Fare forth, thou art free!
ALBERICH [_Raising himself with furious laughter._
Am I now free,
Free in truth?
My freedom's first
Greeting take, for it is thine!
As a curse gave me the ring,
My curse go with the ring!
As its gold
Gave measureless might,
May now its magic
Deal death evermore!
No man shall gain
Gladness therefrom;
May ill-fortune befall him
On whom it shines.
Fretted by care
Be he who shall hold it,
And he who doth not,
By envy be gnawed!
All shall covet
And crave its wealth,
Yet none shall it profit
Or pay when won.
Those who guard it nothing shall gain,
Yet shall murder go where they go.
The coward, death-doomed,
By fetters of fear shall be bound;
His whole life long
He shall languish to death--
The ring's proud lord
And its poorest slave--
Till again I have
In my hand the gold I was robbed of.
So blesses
The Nibelung
The ring in bitter despair!
Hold fast to it!
[Laughing.
Keep it with care;
[Grimly.
From my curse none shall escape!
[_He vanishes quickly through the cleft. The thick
mist in the foreground gradually clears away._
LOGE
Hadst thou ears
For his fond farewell?
WOTAN [_Left in contemplation of the ring._
Grudge him not vent to his spleen!
[_It keeps growing lighter._
LOGE [_Looking to the right._
Fasolt and Fafner
Come from afar
Bringing Freia again.
[_Through the vanishing mist Donner, Froh, and
Fricka appear, and hasten towards the foreground._
FROH
The giants return.
DONNER
Be greeted, brother!
FRICKA [_Anxiously to Wotan._
Dost bring joyful tidings?
LOGE [_Pointing to the hoard._
By fraud and by force
We have prevailed:
There Freia's ransom lies.
DONNER
From the giant's grasp
Freed comes the fair one.
FROH
How sweetly the air
Fans us again!
Balmy delights
Steal soft through each sense!
Sad, forlorn had our lot been,
For ever severed from her
Who gives us youth everlasting,
And bliss triumphant o'er pain.
[_Fasolt and Fafner enter, leading Freia between
them. Fricka hastens joyfully towards her sister.
The foreground has become quite bright again, the
light restoring to the aspect of the Gods its
original freshnesh. The background, however, is
still veiled by the mist so that the distant castle
remains invisible._
FRICKA
Sweetest of sisters!
Lovely delight!
Once more for mine have I won thee!
FASOLT [_Keeping her off_
Hold! Touch her not yet!
Freia still is ours.
On Riesenheim's
Rampart of rock
Resting we stayed.
The pledge we held
In our hands we used
Loyally.
With deep regret,
I bring her back now
In case ye brothers
Can ransom her.
WOTAN
Prepared lies the ransom;
Mete out the gold,
Giving generous measure.
FASOLT
In truth it grieves me
Greatly the woman to lose;
And that my heart may forget her
Ye must heap the hoard,
Pile it so high
That it shall hide
The blossom-sweet maid from mine eyes!
WOTAN
Be Freia's form
The gauge of the gold.
[_Freia is placed in the middle by the two giants,
who then stick their staves into the ground in
front of her so that her height and breadth is
indicated._
FAFNER
Our staves give the measure
Of Freia's form;
Thus high now heap ye the hoard.
WOTAN
On with the work:
Irksome I find it!
LOGE
Help me, Froh!
FROH
I will end
Freia's dishonour.
[_Loge and Froh heap up the treasure hastily
between the staves._
FAFNER
Let the pile
Less loosely be built;
Firm and close
Pack ye the gauge!
[_He presses down the treasure with rude strength;
he bends down to look for gaps._
I still can see through;
Come, fill up the crannies!
LOGE
Hands off, rude fellow!
Touch nothing here!
FAFNER
Come here! This gap must be closed!
WOTAN [_Turning away angrily._
Deep in my breast
Burns the disgrace!
FRICKA
See how in shame
Beautiful Freia stands;
For release she asks,
Dumb, with sorrowful eyes.
Heartless man!
The lovely one owes this to thee!
FAFNER
Still more! Pile on still more.
DONNER
My patience fails;
Mad is the wrath
Roused by this insolent rogue!
Come hither, hound!
Measure must thou?
Thy strength then measure with mine!
FAFNER
Softly, Donner!
Roar where it serves;
Thy roar is impotent here.
DONNER [_Lunging out at him._
It will crush thee to thy cost, rogue.
WOTAN
Calm thyself!
Methinks that Freia is hid.
LOGE
The hoard is spent.
FAFNER
[_Measures the hoard carefully with his eye, and
looks to see if there are any crevices._
Still shines to me Holda's hair.
Yonder thing, too,
Throw on the hoard!
LOGE
Even the helm?
FAFNER
Make haste! Here with it!
WOTAN
Let it go also!
LOGE [_Throws the Tarnhelm on the heap._
At last we have finished.
Have ye enough now?
FASOLT
Freia, the fair,
Is hidden for aye!
The price has been paid.
Ah, have I lost her?
[_He goes up to the hoard and peers through it._
Sadly shine
Her eyes on me still,
Like stars they beam
Softly on me;
Still through this chink
I look on their light.
[_Beside himself._
While her sweet eyes I behold thus,
From the woman how can I part?
FAFNER
Hey! Come hither,
And stop me this cranny!
LOGE
Greedy grumblers!
Can ye not see
The gold is all gone?
FAFNER
Not the whole, friend!
On Wotan's finger
Shines a golden ring still;
Give that to close up the crevice!
WOTAN
What! Give my ring?
LOGE
Be ye counselled!
The Rhine-Maidens
Must have the gold;
Wotan will give them what theirs is.
[Illustration: Plate 14
FAFNER.
"Hey! Come hither,
And stop me this cranny!"]
WOTAN
What nonsense is this?
The ring I won so hardly,
Undismayed I hold and will keep.
LOGE
Broken then
Must be the promise
I gave the maidens who grieved.
WOTAN
By thy promise I am not bound;
As booty mine is the ring.
FAFNER
Not so. The ring
Must go with the ransom.
WOTAN
Boldly ask what ye will:
It shall be granted;
But not for all
The world would I give you the ring.
FASOLT [_Furious, pulls Freia from behind the hoard._
All is off!
The bargain stands:
Fair Freia ours is for ever!
FREIA
Help me! Help me!
FRICKA
Heartless God,
Grant it! Give way!
FROH
Keep not the gold back!
DONNER
Give them the ring too!
WOTAN
Let me alone!
I hold to the ring.
[_Fafner stops Fasolt as he is hastening off. All
stand dismayed; Wotan turns from them in anger. The
stage has grown dark again. From a cleft in the
rock on one side issues a bluish flame in which
Erda suddenly becomes visible, rising so that her
upper half is seen._
ERDA [_Stretching out a warning hand towards Wotan._
Yield it, Wotan! Yield it!
Flee the ring's dread curse!
Awful
And utter disaster
It will doom thee to.
WOTAN
What woman woe thus foretells?
ERDA
All things that were I know,
And things that are;
All things that shall be
I foresee.
The endless world's
Ur-Wala,
Erda, bids thee beware.
Ere the earth was,
Of my womb born
Were daughters three;
And my knowledge
Nightly the Norns tell to Wotan.
Now summoned by
Danger most dire,
I myself come.
Hearken! Hearken! Hearken!
All things will end shortly;
And for the Gods
Dark days are dawning!
Be counselled; keep not the ring!
[_Erda sinks slowly as far as the breast, while the
bluish light grows fainter._
WOTAN
A mystic might
Rang in thy words.
Tarry, and tell me further.
ERDA [_Disappearing._
Thou hast been warned;
Enough dost know;
Weigh my words with fear!
[_She vanishes completely._
[Illustration: Plate 15, "Erda bids thee beware"]
WOTAN
If thus doomed to foreboding--
I must detain thee
Till all is answered!
[_Wotan is about to follow Erda in order to detain
her. Froh and Fricka throw themselves in his way
and prevent him._
FRICKA
What meanest thou, madman?
FROH
Go not, Wotan!
Fear thou the warner,
Heed her words well!
[_Wotan gazes thoughtfully before him._
DONNER [_Turning to the giants with a resolute air._
Hark, ye giants!
Come back and wait still!
The gold we give you also.
FRICKA
Ah, dare I hope it?
Deem ye Holda
Worthy of such a price?
[_All look at Wotan in suspense; he, rousing
himself from deep thought, grasps his spear and
swings it in token of having come to a bold
decision._
WOTAN
To me, Freia,
For thou art free!
Bought back for aye,
Youth everlasting, return!
Here, giants, take ye the ring!
[He throws the ring on the hoard. The giants
release Freia; she hastens joyfully to the Gods,
who caress her in turns for a space, with every
manifestation of delight.
FASOLT [_To Fafner._
Hold there, greedy one!
Grant me my portion!
Honest division
Best for both is.
FAFNER
More on the maid than the gold
Thou wert set, love-sick fool,
And much against
Thy will the exchange was.
Sharing not, Freia
Thou wouldst have wooed for thy bride;
Sharing the gold,
It is but just
That the most of it should be mine.
FASOLT
Infamous thief!
Taunts? And to me!
[_To the Gods._
Come judge ye between us;
Halve ye the hoard
As seems to you just!
[_Wotan turns away in contempt._
Let him have the treasure;
Hold to what matters: the ring!
FASOLT
[_Falls upon Fafner, who has meanwhile been
steadily packing up the treasure._
Back, brazen rascal!
Mine is the ring.
I lost for it Freia's smile.
[_He snatches haply at the ring._
Off with thy hands!
The ring is mine.
[_There is a struggle. Fasolt tears the ring from
Fafner._
FASOLT
I hold it. It is mine now!
FAFNER
Hold fast, lest it should fall!
[_Lunging out with his stave, he fells Fasolt to
the ground with one blow; from the dying man he
then hastily tears the ring._
Now feast upon Freia's smile:
No more shalt thou touch the ring!
[_He puts the ring into the sack and tranquilly
continues to pack up the rest of the hoard. All the
Gods stand horrified. A solemn silence._
[Illustration: Plate 16, Fafner kills Fasolt.]
WOTAN
Dread indeed
I find is the curse's might.
LOGE
Unmatched, Wotan,
Surely thy luck is!
Great thy gain was
In getting the ring;
But the gain of its loss
Is gain greater still:
There thy foemen, see,
Slaughter thy foes
For the gold thou hast let go.
WOTAN
Dark forebodings oppress me!
Care and fear
Fetter my soul;
Erda must teach me,
Tell how to end them:
To her I must descend.
FRICKA [_Caressing and coaxing him._
Why linger, Wotan?
Beckon they not,
The stately walls,
Waiting to offer
Welcome kind to their lord?
WOTAN [_Gloomily._
With wage accurst
Paid was their cost.
DONNER [_Pointing to the background, which is still
enveloped in mist._
Heavily mists
Hang in the air;
Gloomy, wearisome
Is their weight!
The wan-visaged clouds
Charged with their storms I will gather,
And sweep the blue heavens clean.
[_Donner mounts a high rock on the edge of the
precipice, and swings his hammer; during what
follows the mists gather round him._
Hey da! Hey da! Hey do!
To me, O ye mists!
Ye vapours, to me!
Donner, your lord,
Summons his hosts!
[_He swings his hammer._
To my hammer's swing
Hitherward sweep
Vapours and fogs!
Hovering mists!
Donner, your lord, summons his hosts!
Hey da! Hey da! Hey do!
[_Donner disappears completely in a thunder-cloud
which has been growing darker and denser. The
stroke of his hammer is heard falling heavily on
the rock. A vivid flash of lightning comes from the
cloud, followed by a loud clap of thunder. Froh has
also disappeared in the cloud._
DONNER [_Invisible._
Brother, to me!
Show them the way by the bridge!
[_Suddenly the clouds roll away. Donner and Froh
become visible. A rainbow of dazzling radiance
stretches from their feet across the valley to
the castle, which is gleaming in the light of the
setting sun._
FROH
[_Who, with outstretched hand, indicates to the
Gods that the bridge is the way across the valley._
Lo, light, yet securely,
Leads the bridge to your halls.
Undaunted tread;
Without danger the road!
[_Wotan and the other Gods stand speechless, lost
in contemplation of the glorious sight._
[Illustration: Plate 17
"To my hammer's swing
Hitherward sweep
Vapours and fogs!
Hovering mists!
Donner, your lord, summons his hosts!"]
WOTAN
Smiling at eve
The sun's eye sparkles;
The castle ablaze
Gleams fair in its glow.
In the light of morning
Glittering proudly,
It stood masterless,
Stately, tempting its lord.
From dawn until sundown
No little toil
And fear have gone to the winning!
From envious night,
That now draws nigh
Shelter it offers us.
[_Very firmly, as if struck by a great thought._
So greet I my home,
Safe from dismay and dread.
[_He turns solemnly to Fricka._
Follow me, wife!
In Valhall sojourn with me.
FRICKA
What means the name Valhall?
I never seem to have heard it.
WOTAN
That which, conquering fear,
My fortitude brought
Triumphant to birth--
Let that explain the word!
[_He takes Fricka's hand and walks slowly with her
towards the bridge. Froh, Freia, and Donner follow._
LOGE [_Remaining in the foreground and looking
after the Gods._
They are hasting on to their end,
They who dream they are strong and
enduring.
I almost blush
To be of their number;
A fancy allures me
And wakes in me longing
Flaming fire to become:
To waste and burn them
Who tamed me of old,
Rather than perish,
Blind with the blind--
Yes, even if godlike the Gods were--
More wise were it, perhaps!
I must consider:
The outcome who knows!
[_With a show of carelessness he goes to the Gods._
THE THREE RHINE-MAIDENS [_From the valley. Invisible._
Rhinegold!
Rhinegold!
Rhinegold pure!
How radiant and clear
Once thou didst shine on us!
For thy lost glory
We are grieving.
Give us the gold!
Give us the gold!
O give us the Rhinegold again!
WOTAN
What wailing sound do I hear?
[_About to set his foot on the bridge, pauses and
turns round._
LOGE [_Looks down into the valley._
The Rhine's fair children,
Bewailing their lost gold, weep.
WOTAN
Accursèd nixies!
Bid them tease us no more!
LOGE [_Calling down towards the valley._
Ye in the water,
Why wail ye to us?
List to Wotan's decree.
Ye have seen
The last of the gold;
In the Gods' increase of splendour
Bask and sun yourselves now.
[Illustration: Plate 18
"The Rhine's fair children,
Bewailing their lost gold, weep"]
[_The Gods laugh and cross the bridge during what
follows._
THE THREE RHINE-MAIDENS
Rhinegold!
Rhinegold!
Rhinegold pure!
Oh, if in the waves
There but shone still our treasure pure!
Down in the deeps
Can faith be found only:
Mean and false
Are all who revel above!
[_As the Gods cross the bridge to the castle the
curtain falls._
* * * * *
THE VALKYRIE
CHARACTERS
WOTAN HUNDING
FRICKA SIEGMUND
SIEGLINDE
BRÜNNHILDE, Valkyrie
EIGHT OTHER VALKYRIES:
Gerhilde, Ortlinde, Waltraute,
Schwertleite, Helmwige, Siegrune,
Grimgerde, Rossweisse
SCENES OF ACTION
ACT I. THE INTERIOR OF HUNDING'S DWELLING
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,
All my faintness has fled;
Darkness fell deep on my lids,
But now the sun again laughs.
SIEGLINDE
[_Goes to the storeroom, fills a horn with
mead, and proffers it to Siegmund with friendly
eagerness._
This healing and honeyed
Draught of mead
Deign to accept from me.
SIEGMUND
Set it first to thy lips.
[_Sieglinde sips from the horn and hands it back
to him. Siegmund takes a long draught, regarding
Sieglinde with increasing warmth. Still gazing,
he takes the horn from his lips and lets it sink
slowly, while his features express strong emotion.
He sighs deeply, and lowers his gaze gloomily to
the ground._
SIEGMUND [_In a trembling voice._
Thou hast tended an ill-fated one!
May all evil
Be turned from thee!
[_He starts up quickly, and goes towards the the
back._
I have been solaced
By sweet repose:
Onward now I must press.
SIEGLINDE
Who pursues thee so close at thy heels?
[_Turning round quickly._
SIEGMUND [_Stops._
Bad luck pursues me,
Everywhere follows;
And where I linger
Trouble still finds me:
Be thou preserved from its touch!
I must not gaze but go.
[_He strides hastily to the door and lifts the
latch._
SIEGLINDE [_Forgetting herself calls impetuously after him._
Then tarry here!
Misfortune thou canst not bring
To those who abide with it!
[Illustration: Plate 19
SIEGLINDE
"This healing and honeyed
Draught of mead
Deign to accept from me."
SIEGFRIED
"Set it first to thy lips."]
SIEGMUND
[_Deeply moved, remains standing; he looks
searchingly at Sieglinde, who, ashamed and sad,
lowers her eyes. Returning, he leans against the
hearth, his gaze fixed on Sieglinde, who continues
silently embarrassed._
Wehwalt named I myself:
Hunding here will I wait for.
_Sieglinde starts, listens and hears Hunding
outside leading his horse to the stable. She
hurries to the door and opens it. Hunding, armed
with shield and spear, enters, but, perceiving
Siegmund, pauses on the threshold. Hunding turns
with a look of stern inquiry to Sieglinde._
SIEGLINDE [_In answer to Hunding's look._
On the hearth
Fainting I found
One whom need drove here.
HUNDING
Hast succoured him?
SIEGLINDE
I gave him, as a guest,
Welcome and a drink.
SIEGMUND [_Regarding Hunding firmly and calmly._
Drink she gave,
Shelter too:
Wouldst therefore chide the woman?
HUNDING
Sacred is my hearth:
Sacred hold thou my house.
[_To Sieglinde, as he takes off his armour and
hands it to her._
Set the meal for us men!
[_Sieglinde hangs up the arms on the stem of
the ash-tree, fetches food and drink from
the store-room and sets supper on the table.
Involuntarily she turns her gaze on Siegmund
again._
HUNDING
[_Examining Siegmund's features keenly and with
amaze, compares them with Sieglinde's. Aside._
How like to the woman!
In his eye as well
Gleams the guile of the serpent.
[_He conceals his surprise, and turns with apparent
unconcern to Siegmund._
Far, I trow,
Must thou have fared;
The man who rests here
Rode no horse:
What toilsome journey
Made thee so tired?
SIEGMUND
Through wood and meadow,
Thicket and moor,
Chased by the storm
And peril sore,
I ran by I know not what road.
I know as little
What goal it led to,
And I would gladly be told.
HUNDING [_At table, inviting Siegmund to be seated._
'Tis Hunding owns
The roof and room
Which have harboured thee.
If to the westward
Thou wert to wend,
In homesteads rich
Thou wouldst find kinsmen
Who guard the honour of Hunding.
May I ask of my guest
In return to tell me his name?
[_Siegmund, who has taken his seat at the table,
looks thoughtfully before him. Sieglinde, who
has placed herself beside Hunding and opposite
Siegmund, gazes at him with evident sympathy and
suspense._
[Illustration: Plate 20, Hunding discovers the likeness between Siegmund
and Sieglinde.]
HUNDING [_Watching them both._
If thou wilt not
Trust it to me,
To this woman tell thy secret:
See, how eagerly she asks!
SIEGLINDE [_Unembarrassed and interested._
Gladly I'd know
Who thou art.
SIEGMUND [_Looks up and, gazing into her eyes, begins gravely._
Not for me the name Friedmund;
Frohwalt fain were I called,
But forced was I to be Wehwalt.
Wölfe they called my father;
And I am one of twins:
With a sister twin I was born.
Soon lost were
Both mother and maid;
I hardly knew
Her who gave me my life,
Nor her with whom I was born.
Warlike and strong was Wölfe,
And never wanting for foes.
A-hunting oft
Went the son with the father.
One day we returned
Outworn with the chase
And found the wolf's nest robbed.
The brave abode
To ashes was burnt,
Consumed to dust
The flourishing oak,
And dead was the mother,
Dauntless but slain.
No trace of the sister
Was ever found:
The Neidungs' heartless horde
Had dealt us this bitter blow.
My father fled,
An outlaw with me;
And the youth
Lived wild in the forest
With Wölfe for many years.
Sore beset and harried were they,
But boldly battled the pair of wolves.
[_Turning to Hunding._
A Wölfing tells thee the tale,
And a well-known Wölfing, I trow.
HUNDING
Wondrous and wild the story
Told by thee, valiant guest:
Wehwalt--the Wölfing!
I think that dark rumours anent
This doughty pair have reached me,
Though unknown Wölfe
And Wölfing too.
SIEGLINDE
But tell me further, stranger:
Where dwells thy father now?
SIEGMUND
The Neidungs, starting anew,
Hounded and hunted us down;
But slain by the wolves
Fell many a hunter;
They fled through the wood,
Chased by the game:
Like chaff we scattered the foe.
But trace of my father I lost;
Still his trail grew fainter
The longer I followed;
In the wood a wolf-skin
Was all I found;
There empty it lay:
My father I had lost.--
In the woods I could not stay;
My heart longed for men and for women.--
By all I met,
No matter where,
If friend I sought,
Or woman wooed,
Still I was branded an outlaw;
Ill-luck clung to me;
Whatever I did right,
Others counted it wrong;
What seemed evil to me
Won from others applause.
Grim feuds arose
Wherever I went;
Wrath met me
At every turn;
Longing for gladness,
Woe was my lot:
I called myself Wehwalt therefore,
For woe was all that was mine.
[_He looks at Sieglinde and marks her sympathetic
gaze._
HUNDING
Thou wert shown no grace by the Norns
That cast thy grievous lot;
No one greets thee as guest
With gladness in his home.
SIEGLINDE
Only cowards would fear
A weaponless, lonely man!--
Tell us, O guest,
How in the strife
At last thy weapon was lost!
SIEGMUND
A sorrowful child
Cried for my help;
Her kinsmen wanted
To wed the maiden
To one whom her heart did not choose.
To her defence
Gladly I hied;
The heartless horde
Met me in fight:
Before me foemen fell.
Fordone and dead lay the brothers.
The slain were embraced by the maid,
Her wrongs forgotten in grief.
She wept wild streams of woe,
And bathed the dead with her tears;
For the loss of her brothers slain
Lamented the ill-fated bride.
Then the dead men's kinsmen
Came like a storm,
Vowing vengeance,
Frantic to fall on me;
Foemen on all sides
Rose and assailed me.
But from the spot
Moved not the maid;
My shield and spear
Sheltered her long,
Till spear and shield
Were hewn from my hand.
Standing weaponless, wounded,
I beheld the maid die:
I fled from the furious host--
She lay lifeless on the dead.
[_To Sieglinde with a look of fervent sorrow._
The reason now I have told
Why none may know me as Friedmund.
[_He rises and walks to the hearth. Pale and deeply
moved, Sieglinde looks on the ground._
HUNDING [_Rises._
I know a wild-blooded breed;
What others revere
It flouts unawed:
All hate it, and I with the rest.
When forth in haste I was summoned,
Vengeance to seek
For my kinsmen's blood,
I came too late,
And now return home
To find the impious wretch
In haven under my roof.--
My house holds thee,
Wölfing, to-day;
For the night thou art my guest.
But wield to-morrow
Thy trustiest weapon.
I choose the day for the fight:
Thy life shall pay for the dead.
[_To Sieglinde, who steps between the two men with
anxious gestures; harshly._
Forth from the hall!
Linger not here!
Prepare my draught for the night,
And wait until I come.
[_Sieglinde stands for a while undecided and thoughtful. Slowly
and with hesitating steps she goes towards the store-room,
There she pauses again, lost in thought, her face half averted.
With quiet resolution she opens the cupboard, fills a
drinking-horn, and shakes spices into it out of a box. She then turns
her eyes on Siegmund, in order to meet his gaze, which he
never removes from her. She perceives that Hunding is
watching, and proceeds immediately to the bed-chamber. On
the steps she turns once more, looks yearningly at Siegmund,
and indicates with her eyes, persistently and with speaking
plainness, a particular spot in the stem of the ash-tree.
Hunding starts, and drives her off with a violent gesture.
With a last look at Siegmund, she disappears into the
bed-chamber, and shuts the door behind her._
HUNDING [_Taking his weapons from the tree-stem._
With weapons man should be armed.
We meet tomorrow then Wölfing.
My word thou hast heard;
Ward thyself well!
[_He goes into bed-chamber. The shooting of the
bolt is heard from within._
[_Siegmund alone. It has grown quite dark. All the
light in the hall comes from a dull fire on the
hearth. Siegmund sinks down on to a couch beside
the fire and broods forsome time silently in great
agitation._
SIEGMUND
My father said when most wanted
A sword I should find and wield.
Swordless I entered
My foeman's house,
As a hostage here
I remain.
I saw a fair
Woman and sweet,
And bliss and dread
Consume my heart.
The woman for whom I long--
She whose charm both wounds and
delights--
In thrall is held by the man
Who mocks a weaponless foe.
Wälse! Wälse!
Where is thy sword?--
The trusty sword
To be swung in battle,
When from my bosom should burst
The fury that fills my heart?
[_The fire collapses. From the flame which leaps up
a bright light falls on the spot in the ash-tree's
stem indicated by Sieglinde's look, and on which
the hilt of a sword is now plainly visible._
[Illustration: Plate 21, Sieglinde prepares Hunding's draught for the night]
What can that be
That shines so bright?
What a ray streams
From the ash-tree's stem!
My eyes that saw not
See the bright flash;
Gay as laughter it gleams.
How the radiant light
Illumes my heart!
Is it the look
That lingered behind,
Yonder clinging,
When forth from the hall
The lovely woman went?
[_From this point the fire gradually goes out._
Darkly the shadows
Covered my eyes,
Till her shining glance
Over me gleamed,
Bringing me warmth and day.
Gay and splendid
The sun appeared,
And blissfully circled
With glory my head--
Till by the hills it was hid.
[_The fire flickers up faintly again._
But once more, ere it set,
Bright it shone upon me,
And the ancient ash-tree's stem
Was lit by its golden glow.
The splendour passes,
The light grows dim,
Shadowy darkness
Falls and enshrouds me;
Deep in my bosom's fastness
Glimmers still faintly the flame!
[_The fire goes out altogether. Total darkness.
The door of the bed-chamber opens noiselessly.
Sieglinde comes out in a white garment and advances
softly but quickly towards the hearth._
SIEGLINDE
Art asleep?
SIEGMUND [_Joyfully surprised._
Who steals this way?
SIEGLINDE [_With stealthy haste._
'Tis I: listen to me!
In sleep profound lies Hunding;
The draught that I mixed him I drugged.
Use to good purpose the night!
SIEGMUND [_Ardently interrupting._
Thou here, all is well!
SIEGLINDE
I have come to show thee a weapon;
O couldst thou make it thine!
I then might call thee
First among heroes,
For only by him
Can it be won.
O hearken: heed what I tell thee!
Here Hunding's kinsmen
Sat in the hall,
Assembled to honour his wedding.
He took as his wife,
Against her will,
One who was bartered by thieves.
Sad I sat there
Through their carousing.
A stranger entered the hall,
An old and grey-coated man.
So slouched was his hat
That one of his eyes was hidden;
But the other flashed
So that all feared it:
Overwhelming
Its menace they found;
I alone
Suffered, when looked on,
Sweet pain, sad delight,
Sorrow and solace in one.
On me glancing,
He scowled at the others,
As he swung a sword in his hands.
This sword he plunged
In the ash-tree's stem,
To the hilt driving it home.
The weapon he gains in guerdon
Who draws it from its place.
Though sore they struggled,
Not one of the heroes
Could win the weapon for his;
Coming, going,
The guests essayed it,
The strongest tugged at the steel;
Not an inch it stirred in the stem;
In silence yonder it cleaves.
I knew then who he was
That in sorrow greeted me.
I know too
Now for whom
The sword was stuck in the tree.
O might I to-day
Find here the friend
Brought from afar
By a woman's woe!
Then all I have suffered
In sorrow untold,
All scorn and all shame
In anger endured--
All would avenged be,
Sweetly atoned for--
Regained fully
The good I had lost;
For mine I should win
All I had wept for,
Could I but find the dear friend,
And clasp him close in my arms!
SIEGFRIED [_Embracing Sieglinde with passionate ardour._
Dear woman, that friend
Holds thee at last,
Both woman and sword are his.
Here in my breast
Burns hot the oath
That welds us twain into one.
For all that I sought
I see now in thee,
In thee all
That once failed me I find.
Thou wert despised,
My portion was pain;
I was an outlaw,
Dishonoured wert thou;
Sweet revenge beckons,
Bids us be joyful;
I laugh
From sheer fulness of joy,
Holding thee, love, in my arms thus,
Feeling the beat of thy heart!
[_The outer door swings open._
SIEGLINDE [_With a start of alarm tears herself away._
Ha, who went? Who entered there?
[_The door remains open. Outside a glorious spring
night. The full moon shines in, throwing its bright
light on the pair, so that they can suddenly see
one another quite plainly._
SIEGMUND [_In soft ecstasy._
No one went--
But one has come:
Laughing the spring
Enters the hall!
[_He draws Sieglinde with tender force on to the
couch, so that she sits beside him. The moon shines
more and more brightly._
Winter storms have yielded
To May's sweet moon,
And mild and radiant
Sparkles the spring.
On balmy breezes
Light and lovely,
Weaving wonders,
Soft she sways.
Through field and forest
She is breathing;
Wide and open
Laughs her eye;
When blithe the birds are singing
Sounds her voice;
Fragrant odours
She exhales;
From her warm blood blossom flowers
Welcome and joyous.
Shoot and bud,
They wax by her aid.
With tender weapons armed,
She conquers the world.
Winter and storm yield
To the strong attack.
No wonder that, beaten boldly,
At last the door should have opened,
Which, stubborn and stiff,
Was keeping her out.
To find her sister
Hither she came;
By love has spring been allured;
Within our bosoms
Buried she lay;
Now glad she laughs to the light.
The bride who is sister
Is freed by the brother;
In ruin lies
What held them apart.
Loud rejoicing,
They meet and greet;
Lo! Love is mated with spring!
SIEGLINDE
Thou art the spring
That I used to pine for,
When pinched by the winter frost;
My heart hailed thee friend
With bliss and with fear,
When thy first glance fell on me sweetly
All I had seen appeared strange;
Friendless were my surroundings;
I never seemed to have known
Any one who came nigh.
Thee, however,
Straightway I knew,
And I saw thou wert mine
When I beheld thee:
What I hid in my heart,
All I am,
Clear as the day
Dawned to my sight
Like tones to the ear
Echoing back,
When, upon my frosty desert,
My eyes first beheld a friend.
[_She hangs enraptured on his neck, and looks him
close in the face._
SIEGMUND [_Transported._
O rapture most blissful!
Woman most blest!
SIEGLINDE [_Close to his eyes._
O let me, closer
And closer clinging,
Discern more clearly
The sacred light
That from thine eyes
And face shines forth,
And so sweetly sways every sense!
SIEGMUND
The May-moon's light
Falls on thy face
Framed by masses
Of waving hair.
What snared my heart
'Tis easy to guess:
My gaze on loveliness feasts.
SIEGLINDE [_Pushing the hair back from his brow,
regards him with astonishment._
How broad and open
Is thy brow!
Blue-branching the veins
In thy temples entwine.
I hardly can endure
My burden of bliss.--
Of something I am reminded:--
The man I first saw to-day
Already I have seen!
SIEGMUND
A dream of love
I too recall;
I saw thee there
And yearned for thee sore!
SIEGLINDE
The stream has shown me
My imaged face--
Again I see it before me;
As in the pool it arose
It is reflected by thee.
SIEGMUND
Thine is the face
I hid in my heart.
SIEGLINDE [_Quickly averting her gaze._
O hush! That voice!
O let me listen!
These tones as a child
Surely I heard--
But no! I heard the sound lately,
When, calling in the wood,
My voice re-echoing rang.
SIEGMUND
To sweet and melodious
Music I listen!
SIEGLINDE [_Gazing into his eyes again._
And ere now thy glowing
Eye have I seen:
The old man whose glance
Solaced my grief,
When he greeted me had that eye--
I knew him
Because of his eye,
And almost addressed him as father.
[_After a pause._
Art thou Wehwalt in truth?
SIEGMUND
If dear to thee,
Wehwalt no more;
My sway is o'er bliss not sorrow!
SIEGLINDE
And Friedmund does not
Fit with thy fortunes.
SIEGMUND
Choose thou the name
Thou wouldst have me be known by:
Thy choice will also be mine!
SIEGLINDE
The name of thy father was Wölfe?
SIEGMUND
A wolf to the fearful foxes!
But he whose eye
Shone with the brightness
Which, fairest one, shines in thine own,
Was named--Wälse of old.
SIEGLINDE [_Beside herself._
Was Wälse thy father,
And art thou a Wälsung?--
Stuck was for thee
His sword in the stem?--
Then let my love call thee
What it has found thee;
Siegmund
Shall be thy name.
SIEGMUND [_Springs up._
Siegmund call me
For Siegmund am I!
Be witness this sword
I grasp without shrinking!
That I should find it
In sorest need
Wälse foretold.
I grasp it now!
Love the most pure
In utmost need,
Passionate love,
Consuming desire
Burning bright in my breast,
Drive to deeds and death!
Nothung! Nothung!
That, sword, is thy name.
Nothung! Nothung!
Conquering steel!
Show me thy sharp
And sundering tooth:
Come forth from thy scabbard to me!
[_He draws the sword with a violent effort from the
stem of the tree and shows it to the amazed and
enraptured Sieglinde._
Siegmund the Wälsung
Thou dost see!
As bride-gift
He brings thee this sword;
With this he frees
The woman most blest;
He bears thee
From the house of his foe.
Far from here
Follow thou him:
Forth to the laughing
House of the spring;
Thy shield be Nothung, the sword,
When Siegmund is captive to love!
[_He throws his arm round her so as to draw her
forth with him._
SIEGLINDE [_Delirious with excitement, tears herself
away and stands before him._
Art thou Siegmund
Standing before me,
Sieglinde am I
Who longed for thee;
Thy own twin-sister
As well as the sword thou hast
won!
[_She throws herself on his breast._
SIEGMUND
Bride and sister
Be to thy brother--
So Wälsungs shall flourish for aye!
[_He draws her to him with fervent passion. The
curtain falls quickly._
THE SECOND ACT
_A wild, mountainous spot. In the background a gorge rises from below to a
high ridge of rocks, from which the ground slopes down again towards
the front. Wotan, in full armour, carrying his spear. Before
him Brünnhilde as a Valkyrie, also fully armed._
WOTAN
Go bridle thy steed,
Valorous maid!
Bitter strife
Soon will break forth;
Brünnhilde, storm to the fray
And cause the Wälsung to win!
Hunding choose for himself
Where to bide:
No place in Walhall has he.
So up and to horse!
Haste to the field!
BRÜNNHILDE [_Ascends the height on the right, shouting
and springing from rock to rock._
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha! Heiaha!
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha! Heiaha!
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha! Hojoho!
[Illustration: Plate 22
"Siegmund the Walsung
Thou dost see!
As bride-gift
He brings thee this sword"]
[_She pauses on a high peak, looks down into the
gorge and calls back to Wotan._
I warn thee, Father,
See to thyself;
Stern the strife
That is in store:
Here comes Fricka, thy wife,
Drawn hither in her car by her rams,
Swinging the golden
Scourge in her hand!
The wretched beasts
Are groaning with fear;
And how the wheels rattle!
Hot she hastes to the fray.
Such strife as this
No strife is for me,
Though I love boldly waged
Strife 'twixt men.
The battle alone thou must brave;
I go; thou art left in the lurch!
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha! Heiaha!
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha! Heiaha!
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha! Ha!
[_She disappears behind the mountain peak at the
side. Fricka, in a car drawn by a pair of rams, has
driven up the gorge to the mountain ridge, where
she suddenly stops, alights and strides angrily
towards Wotan in the foreground._
WOTAN [_Aside, when he sees Fricka approaching._
The usual storm!
The usual strife!
But I must act with firmness
FRICKA [_Moderating her pace as she approaches, and
confronting Wotan with dignity._
All alone among the hills
I seek thee, where thou dost hide
Fearing the eyes
Of thy wife,
That help in need thou may'st promise.
WOTAN
Let Fricka tell
Her trouble in full.
FRICKA
I have heard Hunding's cry,
For vengeance calling on me;
As wedlock's guardian
I gave ear:
My word passed
To punish the deed
Of this impious pair
Who boldly wrought him the wrong.
WOTAN
Have this pair then
Done such harm,
Whom spring united in love?
'Twas love's sweet magic
That lured them on;
None pays for love's might to me.
FRICKA
How dull and how deaf thou wouldst seem!
As though thou wert not aware
That it is wedlock's
Holy oath
Profaned so rudely I grieve for.
WOTAN
Unholy
Hold I the bond
That binds unloving hearts;
Nor must thou
Imagine that I
Will restrain by force
What transcends thy power;
For where bold natures are stirring
I urge them frankly to strife.
[Illustration: Plate 23, Brünnhilde]
FRICKA
Deeming thus laudable
Wedlock's breach,
Pray babble more nonsense
And call it holy
That shame should blossom forth
From bond of a twin-born pair!
I shudder at heart,
My brain reels and whirls.
Sister embraced
As bride by the brother--
Who has ever heard
Of brother and sister as lovers?
WOTAN
Thou hearest it now!
Be taught by this
That a thing may be
Which has never befallen before.
That those two are lovers
Thou must admit;
So take advice and be wise!
Thy blessing surely
Will bring to thee gladness,
If thou wilt, laughing on love,
Bless Siegmund and Sieglinde's bond.
FRICKA [_With a burst of deep indignation._
Then nothing to thee
Are the gods everlasting
Since the wild Wälsungs
Won thee for father?
I speak plainly--
Is that thy thought?
The holy and high
Immortals are worthless;
And all that once
Was esteemed is thrown over;
The bonds thou didst bind
By thyself now are broken;
Heaven's hold
Is loosed with a laugh,
That this twin-born pair, unimpeded,
The fruit of thy lawless love,
May in wantonness flourish and rule!
But why wail over
Wedlock and vows,
Since by thee the first they are scorned!
The faithful wife
Betrayed at each turn,
Lustfully longing
Wander thy glances;
Thine eyes scan
Each hollow and height
As thy fickle fancy allures thee,
While grief is gnawing my heart.
Heavy of soul
I had to endure it,
When to the fight
With the graceless maidens
Born out of wedlock,
Forth thou hast fared;
For, thy wife still holding in awe,
Thou didst give her as maids
The Valkyrie band
To obedience bound,
Even Brünnhilde, bride of thy Wish.
But now that new names
Afford thee new pleasure,
And Wälse, wolfish, in
Forests has wandered;
Now that to bottomless
Shame thou hast stooped,
And a pair of mortals
Hast vilely begotten--
Now thy wife at the feet
Of whelps of a wolf thou dost fling!
Come finish thy work!
Fill the cup full!
Mock and trample now the betrayed one!
[Illustration: Plate 24, Fricka approaches in anger.]
WOTAN [_Quietly._
Thou couldst not learn,
Though I might teach thee;
To thee there is nothing plain
Till day has dawned on the deed,
Wonted things
Thou alone canst conceive,
Whereas my spirit broods
On things not yet brought forth.
Listen, woman!
Some one we need,
A hero gods have not shielded,
And who is not bound by their law.
So alone
Were he fit for the deed
Which no god can accomplish,
Yet which must be done for the gods.
FRICKA
With sayings dark
Thou fain wouldst deceive me!
What deed by hero
Could be accomplished
That was beyond the strength of the gods,
By whose grace alone he is strong?
WOTAN
Then his own heart's courage
Counts not at all?
FRICKA
Who breathed their souls into men?
Who opened their eyes, that they see?
Behind thy shield
Strong they appear;
With thee to goad them,
Upward they strive;
Those men that thou praisest,
'Tis thou who spurrest them on.
With falsehoods fresh
Thou wouldst fain delude me,
With new devices
Thou wouldst evade me;
Thou shalt not shelter
The Wälsung from me;
He lives only through thee,
And is bold through thee alone.
WOTAN [_With emotion._
He grew unaided
In grievous distress;
My shield sheltered him not.
FRICKA
Then shield him not to-day;
Take back the sword
That thou hast bestowed.
WOTAN
The sword?
FRICKA
Yes, the sword,
The magic sword
Sudden and strong
That thou gavest to thy son.
WOTAN
Nay, Siegmund won it
Himself in his need.
[_From here Wotan's whole attitude expresses an
ever-deepening uneasiness and gloom._
WOTAN [_Continuing passionately._
Both conquering sword
And the need came from thee.
Wouldst thou deceive me
Who, day and night,
At thy heels follow close?
For him thou didst strike
The sword in the stem;
Thou didst promise him
The peerless blade.
Canst thou deny
That thy cunning it was
Which led him where it lay hid?
[_Wotan makes a wrathful gesture. Fricka goes
on more and more confidently as she sees the
impression produced on him._
The Gods
Do not battle with bondsmen;
The free but punish transgressors.
Against thee, my peer,
Have I waged war,
But Siegmund is mine as my slave.
[_Another violent gesture from Wotan, who then
seems to succumb to the feeling of his own
powerlessness._
Shall thy eternal
Consort obey one
Who calls thee master
And bows as thy slave?
What! Shall I be
Despised by the basest,
To the lawless a spur,
A scoff to the free?
My husband cannot desire me,
A goddess, to suffer such shame!
WOTAN [_Gloomily._
What then wouldst thou?
FRICKA
Shield not the Wälsung.
WOTAN [_In a muffled voice._
His way let him go.
FRICKA
Thou wilt grant him no aid,
When to arms the avenger calls?
WOTAN
I shield him no more.
FRICKA
Seek not to trick me;
Look in my eyes!
The Valkyrie turn from him too.
WOTAN
The Valkyrie free shall choose.
FRICKA
Not so; she but acts
To accomplish thy will;
Give order that Siegmund die.
WOTAN [_After a violent internal struggle._
Nay, slay him I cannot,
He found my sword!
FRICKA
Remove thou the magic,
And shatter the blade:
Swordless let him be found.
BRÜNNHILDE [_Is heard calling from the heights._
Heiaha! Heiaha!
Hojotoho!
Heiaha! Heiaha!
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
When thou speakest to me?
What am I
If I am not thy will?
[Illustration: Plate 25, Brünnhilde slowly and silently leads her horse down the
path to the cave.]
WOTAN [_Very softly._
What never to any was spoken
Shall be unspoken now and for ever.
Myself I speak to,
Speaking to thee.
[_In a low, muffled voice._
When young love grew
A waning delight,
'Twas power my spirit craved;
By rash and wild
Desires driven on,
I won myself the world.
Unknown to me
Dishonest my acts were;
Bargains I made
Wherein hid mishap,
Craftily lured on by Loge,
Who straightway disappeared.
Yet I could not leave
Love altogether;
When grown mighty still I desired it.
The child of night,
The craven Nibelung,
Alberich, broke from its bond.
All love he forswore,
And procured by the curse
The gleaming gold of the Rhine,
And with it measureless might.
The ring that he wrought
I stole by my cunning,
But I restored it not
To the Rhine;
It paid the price
Of Walhall's towers:
The home the giants had built me,
From which I commanded the world.
She who knows all
That ever was,
Erda, the holy,
All-knowing Wala,
Warned me touching the ring:
Prophesied doom everlasting.
Of this doom I was fain
To hear further,
But silent she vanished from sight.
Then my gladness of heart was gone,
The god's one desire was to know.
To the womb of the earth
Downward then I went:
By love's sweet magic
Vanquished the Wala,
Troubled her wisdom proud,
And compelled her tongue to speak.
Tidings by her I was told;
And with her I left a fair pledge:
The world's wisest of women
Bore me, Brünnhilde, thee.
With eight sisters
Fostered wert thou,
That ye Valkyries
Might avert the doom
Which the Wala's
Dread words foretold:
The gods' ignominious ending.
That foes might find us
Strong for the strife,
Heroes I got ye to gather.
The beings who served us
As slaves aforetime,
The men whose courage
Aforetime we curbed:
Who through treacherous bonds
And devious dealings
Were bound to the gods
In blindfold obedience--
To kindle these men
To strife was your duty,
To drive them on
To savage war,
That hosts of dauntless heroes
Might gather in Walhall's hall.
BRÜNNHILDE
And well filled surely thy halls were;
Many a one I have brought.
We never were idle,
So why shouldst thou fear?
[Illustration: Plate 26
"Father! Father!
Tell me what ails thee?
With dismay thou art filling thy child!"]
WOTAN [_His voice muffled again._
Another ill--
Mark what I say--
Was by the Wala foretold!
Through Alberich's hosts
Doom may befall us;
A furious grudge
Alberich bears me;
But now that my heroes
Make victory certain
I defy the hosts of the night.
Only if he won
The ring again from me,
Walhall were forfeit for ever.
Used by him alone
Who love forswore
Could the runes of the ring
Bring doom
To the mighty gods,
And shame without end.
My heroes' valour
He would pervert,
Would stir to strife
The bold ones themselves,
And with their strength
Wage war upon me.
So, alarmed, I resolved
To wrest the ring from the foeman.
[_In a low voice._
I once paid Fafner,
One of the giants,
With gold accurst
For work achieved.
Fafner guards now the hoard
For which his own brother he slew.
The ring I must needs recover
With which his work I rewarded.
But I cannot strike one
By treaties protected;
Vanquished by him
My valour would fail.
These are the bonds
That bind my power;
I, who by treaties am lord,
To my treaties also am slave.
But what I dare not
One man may dare--
A hero never
Helped by my favour,
To me unknown
And granted no grace,
Unaware,
Bidden by none,
Constrained thereto
By his own distress--
He could achieve
What I must not do:
The deed I never urged,
Though it was all my desire.
But, alas! how to find
One to fight me, the god,
For my good--
Most friendly of foes!
How fashion the free one
By me unshielded,
In his proud defiance
Most precious to me?
How get me the other
Who, not through me,
But of himself
Will perform my will?
O woe of the gods!
Horrible shame!
Soul-sick am I
Of seeing myself
In all I ever created.
The other whom I so long for,
That other I never find.
The free by themselves must be fashioned,
All that I fashion are slaves!
BRÜNNHILDE
But the Wälsung, Siegmund,
Works for himself.
WOTAN
Wild I roamed
In the woodland with him,
Ever against the gods
Goading him to rebel.
[_Slowly and bitterly._
Now, when the gods seek vengeance,
Shield he has none but the sword
Given to him
By the grace of a god.
Why did I try
To trick myself vainly?
How easily Fricka
Found out the fraud!
She read my inmost
Heart to my shame.
I must bend my will to her wishes.
BRÜNNHILDE
Of victory wouldst Siegmund deprive?
WOTAN
I have handled Alberich's ring,
Loth to let the gold go.
The curse that I fled
Is following me:
I must always lose what I love most,
Slay what my heart holds dearest,
Basely betray
All those who trust.
[_His gestures, at first those of terrible grief
end by expressing despair._
Pale then and pass
Glory and pomp,
Godhead's resplendent,
Glittering shame!
In ruins fall
The fabric I built!
Ended is my work;
I wait but one thing more:
The downfall--
The downfall!
[_He pauses thoughtfully._
And for the downfall
Schemes Alberich!
Now I see
The sense hidden
In the strange, wild words of the Wala:
"When the gloomy foe of love
Gets a son in his wrath,
The high gods' doom
Shall be at hand!"
Not long ago
A rumour I heard
That the dwarf had won a woman,
By gold gaining her grace.
A woman bears
Hate's bitter fruit;
The child of spite
Grows in her womb;
This marvel befell
The man who loved not;
But I, the loving wooer,
Have never begotten the free.
[_Rising in bitter wrath._
Accept thou my blessing,
Nibelung son!
I leave to thee
What I loathe with deep loathing:
The hollow pomp of the gods.
Consume it with envious greed!
BRÜNNHILDE [_Alarmed._
O say! tell me
What task is thy child's?
WOTAN [_Bitterly._
Fight, faithful to Fricka;
Wedlock and vows defend!
What she desires
Is also my choice,
For what does my own will profit,
Since it cannot fashion a free one?
For Fricka's slaves
Do battle henceforth!
BRÜNNHILDE
Ah repent,
And take back thy word!
Thou lovest,
And fain, I know,
Wouldst have me shelter the Wälsung.
WOTAN
Siegmund thou shalt vanquish,
And fight so that Hunding prevails.
Ward thyself well
And doughtily do,
Bring all thy boldness
To bear on the field;
A strong sword
Swings Siegmund;
Undismayed he will fight!
BRÜNNHILDE
He whom thou still
Hast taught me to love,
He whose courage high
To thy heart was so precious--
I will shield him in spite of
Thy wavering word!
WOTAN
Ha, daring one!
Floutest thou me?
Who art thou--who but the choiceless,
Blind slave of my will?
I have sunk so low
By showing my mind,
That the creature made by me
Holds me in scorn.
Dost thou, child, know my wrath?
If ever its awful
Lightning struck thee
Then quail wouldst thou indeed!
Within my bosom
Burns enough rage
To lay waste
In dread ruin a world
That once wore nothing but smiles.
Woe to him whom it strikes!
Dear the price he would pay!
So be advised,
Call it not forth
But carry out my commands.
Cut down Siegmund!
That is the Valkyrie's task.
[_He storms away and disappears among the rocks to
the left._
[Illustration: Plate 27, Brünnhilde stands for a long time dazed
and alarmed]
BRÜNNHILDE [_Stands for a long time dazed and alarmed._
Warfather
Oft have I seen
Enraged, but never once like this!
[_She stoops down sadly, takes up her armour and
puts it on again._
How heavy
My armour feels!
And it felt so light
When gladly I fought!
I fight afraid.
Evil is my cause!
[_She gazes thoughtfully before her._
Woe! My Wälsung!
With sorrow sore
Must the faithful one falsely forsake thee!
[She turns slowly towards the back.
* * * * *
[_On reaching the rocky pass, Brünnhilde, looking
down into the gorge, perceives Siegmund and
Sieglinde. She watches them for a moment, then
turns into the cave where her horse is, so that she
is completely hidden from the audience. Siegmund
and Sieglinde appear on the pass, Sieglinde
hurrying in front. Siegmund tries to stop her._
SIEGMUND
Wait here and rest;
Tarry a while!
SIEGLINDE
Farther! Farther!
SIEGMUND [_Embraces her with tender force, straining her to him._
No farther now!
O linger, woman most sweet!
From bliss when most blissful
Breaking away,
In headlong haste
Far thou hast fled,
So fleet that I lagged behind:
Through wood and field,
Over cliff and scaur,
Voiceless, silent,
Speeding along,
Thy foot stopped for no call.
[_Sieglinde stares wildly before her._
Tarry a while!
Say but a word,
Ending this speechless dread!
See, thy brother
Holds thee, his bride:
Siegmund's comrade art thou!
SIEGLINDE
[_Gazes into his eyes with growing rapture, throws
her arms passionately round his neck and remains so
for some time. She then starts up in wild terror._
Away! Away!
Fly the profaned one!
Unholy
The clasp of her arm;
In shame, dishonoured,
This body died.
Fling it from thee,
Flee from the corpse!
The winds scatter her dust--
The foul one who loved one so fair!
When in his loving embrace
She rested in rapture pure,
And all the love of the man
Was hers who loved him alone--
When on holiest height,
When bliss was at sweetest,
And sense and soul
Were steeped in delight,
Hatred and loathing
Of hideous dishonour
Shook the disgraced one,
Filled her with fear--
The thought she once had obeyed.
Bridegroom unloving, unloved.
Leave the accurst one,
Far let her fly!
An outcast she is,
Bereft of grace!
Ah, I must leave
The purest of heroes;
I cannot be thine,
To sully thy glory:
Scorn to bring on the brother,
Shame to the rescuing friend!
SIEGMUND
For the shame and dishonour,
Pay the transgressor's blood!
No farther, then, flying,
Here let us wait him;
Here--here I shall slay him:
When Nothung's point
Shall pierce his heart,
All thy wrongs will be avenged!
SIEGLINDE [_Starts up and listens._
Hark! The bugles!
Dost thou not hear?
All around,
Angry and shrill,
From wood and vale
Clamour their calls.
Hunding has wakened
From slumber deep;
Kinsmen and hounds
He summons together;
How the dogs howl,
Urged on hotly,
Loud-baying to heaven
Of the vows and the wedlock profaned!
[_Gazes before her as if gone crazed._
Where art thou, Siegmund?
Art thou still here,
Fervently loved one,
Beautiful brother?
Let thine eyes like stars
Shine again on me softly;
Turn not away
From the outcast woman's kiss!
[_She throws herself sobbing on his breast, and
presently starts up in terror again._
Hark! O hark!
That is Hunding's horn!
With his hounds full force,
In haste he comes.
No sword helps
When the dogs attack:--
Throw it down, Siegmund!
Siegmund, where art thou?
Ha, there! I see thee now!
Horrible sight!
Eager-fanged
Are the bloodhounds for flesh;
Ah, what to them
Is thy noble air!
By the feet they seize thee
With terrible teeth;
Alas!
Thou fallest with splintered sword:--
The ash-tree sinks--
The trunk is rent!
Brother! My brother!
Siegmund--ha!
[_She falls fainting into his arms._
[Illustration: Plate 28, Brünnhilde with her horse, at the mouth of the cave.]
SIEGMUND
Sister! Belovèd!
[_He listens to her breathing, and, when convinced
that she still lives, lets her slide down so that,
as he himself sinks into a sitting posture, her
head rests upon his knees. In this position both
remain till the end of the following scene. A long
silence, during which Siegmund bends over Sieglinde
with tender concern, and presses a long kiss on her
brow._
[_Brünnhilde, leading her horse, comes out of the
cave and walks slowly and solemnly towards the
front. She pauses and watches Siegmund from a
distance, then advances slowly again and stops when
she gets nearer. In one hand she carries her shield
and spear, the other rest on her horse's neck, and
thus she gravely stands looking at Siegmund._
BRÜNNHILDE
Siegmund!
Look on me
Whom thou
Must follow soon!
SIEGMUND [_Looking up at her._
Who art thou, say,
That dost stand so fair and so stern?
BRÜNNHILDE
Death-doomed are they
Who look upon me;
Who sees me
Bids farewell to the light of life.
On the battle-field only
Heroes view me;
He whom I greet
Is chosen and must go.
SIEGMUND
[_Looks into her eyes with a long steadfast and
searching gaze, then bows his head in thought and
finally turns resolutely to her again._
When thou dost lead,
Whither follows the hero?
BRÜNNHILDE
I lead thee
To Wotan;
The lot he has cast:
To Walhall must thou come.
SIEGMUND
In Walhall's hall
Wotan alone shall I find?
BRÜNNHILDE
A glorious host
Of heroes slain
Will greet thee there
With love holy and high.
SIEGMUND
Say if in Walhall
Sojourns my father, Wälse.
BRÜNNHILDE
His father there
Will the Wälsung find.
SIEGMUND [_Tenderly._
Will any woman
Welcome me there?
BRÜNNHILDE
Wishmaidens
Serve there serene:
Wotan's daughter
Wine will bring for thy cup.
SIEGMUND
High art thou
And holy of aspect,
O Wotan's child:
But one thing tell me, divine one!
The sister and bride,
Shall she follow the brother?
Will Siegmund find Sieglinde there?
BRÜNNHILDE
Air of earth
Still she must breathe here;
Siegmund will find no Sieglinde there!
SIEGMUND
[_Bends tenderly over Sieglinde, kisses her softly
on the brow, and turns again quietly to Brünnhilde._
Then greet for me Walhall,
Greet for me Wotan,
Greet for me Wälse
And all the heroes,
Wishmaidens lovely
Greet thou also,
And tell them I will not come!
BRÜNNHILDE
Nay, having looked
On the Valkyrie's face,
Thou must follow her forth!
SIEGMUND
Where Sieglinde dwells
In weal or woe,
There will Siegmund dwell also;
My face grew not pale
When I beheld thee:
Thou canst not force me to go!
BRÜNNHILDE
Force thee can none
While thou dost live;
Fool, what will force thee is death
Warning of death
Is what I bring.
SIEGMUND
What hero to-day
Shall hew me down?
BRÜNNHILDE
Hunding's hand in the fight.
SIEGMUND
Use threats more baleful
Than blows from Hunding!
Lurkest thou here
Longing for strife,
Fix on him for thy prey.
I think it is he who will fall!
BRÜNNHILDE
Nay, Wälsung,
Doubt not my word;
Thine is the death decreed.
SIEGMUND
Knowest this sword?
Who gave the sword
Gave triumph sure:
With this sword I laugh at thy threats.
BRÜNNHILDE [_In a loud voice._
He whose it was
Now dooms thee to death,
For the magic spell he withdraws!
SIEGMUND [_Vehemently._
Hush! Alarm not
The slumberer here!
[_In an outburst of grief he bends tenderly over
Sieglinde._
Woe! Woe!
Woman most sweet!
Most sad and ill-starred of all true ones!
Against thee rages
The whole world in arms,
And I who was all thy defence,
For whom thou the world hast defied--
To think I cannot
Shield thee, but, beaten
In battle, thy trust must betray!
O shame on him
Who bestowed the sword,
And triumph now turns to scorn!
If I must fall thus,
I fare to no Walhall--
Hella hold me for aye!
[_He bends low over Sieglinde._
BRÜNNHILDE [_Moved._
So little prizest thou
Life everlasting?
[_Slowly and with hesitation._
All thy care
Is thy helpless wife
Who, sad and weary,
Heavily hangs in thy arms?
Precious only is she?
SIEGMUND [_Looking up at her bitterly._
Though young and fair
Thou shinest to me,
In my heart I know thee
Cruel and cold!
Canst thou do nothing
But mock me, begone,
Malicious, merciless maid!
Or if thou must gloat
Upon my distress,
Then gloat and feast thyself full!
With my woe
Solace thy envious soul:--
But of Walhall's loveless raptures
Nothing more let me hear!
BRÜNNHILDE
I see the distress
That is tearing thy heart;
The doomed hero's holy
Sorrow I feel.
Siegmund, thy wife be my charge,
Protected safely by me.
SIEGMUND
No other than I
While my wife is living shall guard her.
If death be my lot
I will slay the slumberer first!
BRÜNNHILDE [_With increasing emotion._
Wälsung! Madman!
Listen to me!
Entrust her to me
For the pledge's sake
That she carries of thee and thy love!
SIEGMUND [_Drawing his sword._
This sword
That a true man received from a false--
This sword
That fails me when facing the foe;
Worthless when turned on the foe,
Will serve me when turned on the friend.
[_He points the sword at Sieglinde._
Two lives now
Laugh to thee here:
Take them, Nothung,
Envious steel!
Take them with one fell stroke!
BRÜNNHILDE [_With a passionate outburst of sympathy._
Forbear, Walsung!
Listen to me!
Sieglinde spare thou,
And Siegmund too shall be spared!
'Tis thus decreed,
Recast the lot is!
Thou, Siegmund,
Shalt be blest and prevail!
[_Horns are heard in the distance._
Hark to the horn!
Prepare for the fray;
Trust to the sword
And strike without fear:
Thy sword shall prove strong
Thee the Valkyrie faithfully shields!
Farewell, Siegmund,
Hero most blest!
On the field again I shall find thee.
[_She rushes away and disappears with her horse down
a gorge on the right. Siegmund gazes after her
joyful and exultant. The stage has gradually grown
dark. Heavy storm-clouds have gathered in the
background, and hide the cliffs, gorge, and rocky pass
completely from view._
SIEGMUND [_Bending over Sieglinde, listens to her breathing._
Charmèd slumber
Softly soothes
The dear one's pain and grief.
When the Valkyrie came, perchance
She brought her this blissful repose;
Else would the grimly fought fight
Have terrified one in such woe.
Lifeless seems she,
And yet she lives;
The sad one by smiling
Dreams is caressed.
In slumber lie soft
Till the fight is won
And peace shall end thy pain!
[_He lays her gently on the rocky seat and
kisses her brow in farewell. Then, hearing
Hunding's horn sound, he starts up
with resolution._
Thou who dost call,
Arm for the fray;
Thy dues in full
Thou shalt have:
[_He draws his sword._
Nothung pays him his debt.
[_He hastens to the back and, on reaching the pass,
immediately disappears in a dark thunder-cloud,
from which, the next instant, a flash of lightning
breaks._
SIEGLINDE [_Begins to move uneasily in her dreams._
Would but my father come back!
With the boy he still roams in the wood.
Mother! Mother!
I am afraid--
The strangers seem
So harsh and unfriendly!
Fumes that stifle--
Dense and black smoke--
Fierce are the flames,
And closer they flare--
On fire the house!
O help us, brother!
Siegmund! Siegmund!
[_She starts up. Violent thunder and lightning._
Siegmund! Ha!
[_She stares about her in growing terror. Almost
the whole of the stage is veiled by black
thunder-clouds. Hunding's horn is heard close at
hand._
HUNDING'S VOICE [_From the mountain pass in the background._
Wehwalt! Wehwalt!
Stand there and fight,
Or with the hounds I will hold thee!
SIEGMUND'S VOICE [_From farther back in the gorge._
Where hidest thou,
That I have missed thee thus?
Halt, that I may find thee!
SIEGLINDE [_Listening in terrible fear._
Hunding--Siegmund--
Could I but see them!
HUNDING
Come hither, impious wooer!
Here by Fricka be slain!
SIEGMUND [_Also from the pass now._
Thou thinkest me weaponless,
Coward, still.
Threat not with women!
Thyself now fight me,
Lest Fricka fail thee at need!
For see, from the tree
That grows by thy hearth
I drew undaunted the sword;
Come and try the taste of its steel!
SIEGLINDE [_With all her strength._
Hold your hands, ye men there!
Strike me dead first!
[_She rushes towards the pass, but is suddenly
dazzled by a light which flashes forth from above
the combatants to the right, and staggers aside as
if blinded._
BRÜNNHILDE'S VOICE
Strike him, Siegmund!
Trust to the sword!
[_Brünnhilde appears in the glare of light,
floating above Siegmund, and protecting him with
her shield. Just as Siegmund is aiming a deadly
blow at Hunding a glowing red light breaks through
the clouds from the left, in which Wotan appears,
standing over Hunding and holding his spear across
in front of Siegmund._
WOTAN'S VOICE
Back! Back from the spear!
In splinters the sword!
[_Brünnhilde with her shield recoils in terror
before Wotan; Siegmund's sword breaks in splinters
on the outstretched spear. Hunding plunges his
sword into the disarmed man's breast. Siegmund
falls down dead, and Sieglinde, who has heard his
death-sigh, sinks to the ground as if lifeless.
With Siegmund's fall the lights on both sides
disappear. Dense clouds shroud all but the
foreground in darkness. Through these Brünnhilde is
dimly seen turning in wild haste to Sieglinde._
BRÜNNHILDE
To horse, that I may save thee!
[_She lifts Sieglinde up quickly on to her horse,
which is standing near the side ravine, and
immediately disappears. Thereupon the clouds divide
in the middle, so that Hunding, who has just drawn
his sword out of Siegmund's breast, is distinctly
seen. Wotan, surrounded by clouds, stands on a rock
behind, leaning on his spear and gazing sorrowfully
on Siegmund's body._
WOTAN [_To Hunding._
Begone, slave!
Kneel before Fricka;
Tell her that Wotan's spear
Has slain what mocked her might.
Go! Go!
[_Before the contemptuous wave of his hand Hunding
falls dead to the ground. Suddenly breaking out in
terrible anger._
But Brünnhilde!
Woe to the guilty one!
Woe to her
As soon as my horse
Shall overtake her in flight!
[_He vanishes with thunder and lightning. The
curtain falls quickly._
THE THIRD ACT
On the top of a rocky mountain
_On the right the stage is bounded by a pine-wood. On the left is the entrance
to a cave, above which the rock rises to its highest point. At the
back the view is quite open. Rocks of varying heights form the edge
of the precipice. Clouds fly at intervals past the mountain peak
as if driven by storm. Gerhilde, Ortlinde, Waltraute, and
Schwertleite have taken up their position on the rocky peak above
the cave. They are in full armour._
GERHILDE
[_On the highest point, calling towards the
background, where a dense cloud is passing._
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha! Heiaha!
Helmwige! Here!
Guide hither thy horse!
HELMWIGE'S VOICE [_At the back._
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha!
[_A flash of lightning comes from the cloud,
showing a Valkyrie on horseback, on whose saddle
hangs a slain warrior. The apparition, approaching
the cliff, passes from left to right._
GERHILDE, WALTRAUTE AND SCHWERTLEITE [_Calling to her as she draws near._
Heiaha! Heiaha!
[_The cloud with the apparition vanishes to the
right behind the wood._
ORTLINDE [_Calling into the wood._
Thy stallion make fast
By Ortlinde's mare;
Gladly my grey
Will graze by thy chestnut!
WALTRAUTE [_Calling towards the wood._
Who hangs at thy saddle?
HELMWIGE [_Coming out of the wood._
Sintolt the Hegeling!
SCHWERTLEITE
Fasten thy chestnut
Far from the grey then;
Ortlinde's mare
Carries Wittig, the Irming!
GERHILDE [_Descending a little towards the others._
And Sintolt and Wittig
Always were foemen!
ORTLINDE [_Springs up and runs to the wood._
Heiaha! Heiaha!
The horse is kicking my mare!
GERHILDE [_Laughing aloud with HELMWIGE and SCHWERTLEITE._
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
We greet you, valiant ones!
Rossweiss' and Grimgerde!
[_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._
ROSSWEISS' 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,
Bringing to Wotan the slain.
HELMWIGE
We are but eight;
Wanting is one.
GERHILDE
By the brown-eyed Wälsung
Brünnhilde tarries.
WALTRAUTE
Until she joins us
Here we must wait;
Warfather's greeting
Grim were indeed
If we returned without her!
SIEGRUNE [_On the look-out, calling towards the back._
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
This way! This way!
[_To the others._
In hottest haste riding,
Hither she comes.
THE VALKYRIES
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha!
Brünnhilde, hei!
[_They watch her with growing astonishment._
WALTRAUTE
See, she leads woodward
Her staggering horse.
GRIMGERDE
From swift riding
How Grane pants!
ROSSWEISSE
No Valkyrie's flight
Ever so fast was.
ORTLINDE
What lies on her saddle?
HELMWIGE
That is no man!
SIEGRUNE
'Tis a woman, see!
GERHILDE
Where found she the maid?
SCHWERTLEITE
Has she no greeting
For her sisters?
WALTRAUTE [_Calling down very loudly._
Heiaha! Brünnhilde!
Dost thou not hear?
ORTLINDE
From her horse
Let us help our sister.
[_Helmwige and Gerhilde run to the wood, followed
by Siegrune and Rossweisse._
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha!
WALTRAUTE
To earth has sunk
Grane the strong one!
GRIMGERDE
From the saddle swift
She snatches the maid.
THE OTHER VALKYRIES
Sister! Sister!
What has occurred?
[_The Valkyries all return to the stage; Brünnhilde
accompanies them, leading and supporting Sieglinde._
Turns and looks
out anxiously,
then comes back.
BRÜNNHILDE [_Breathless._
Shield me and help
In dire distress!
THE VALKYRIES
Whence rodest thou hither,
Hasting so hard?
Thus ride they only who flee.
BRÜNNHILDE
I flee for the first time
And am pursued:
Warfather follows close.
THE VALKYRIES [_Terribly alarmed._
Hast thou gone crazy?
Speak to us! What?
Pursued by Warfather?
Flying from him?
BRÜNNHILDE
O sisters, spy
From the rocky peak!
Look north and tell me
If Warfather nears!
[_Ortlinde and Waltraute spring up the peak to the
look-out._
Quick! Is he in sight?
ORTLINDE
A storm from the north
Is nearing.
WALTRAUTE
Darkly the clouds
Congregate there.
THE VALKYRIES
Warfather, riding
His sacred steed, comes!
BRÜNNHILDE
The wrathful hunter,
He rides from the north;
He nears, he nears, in fury!
Save this woman!
Sisters your help!
[Illustration: Plate 29
BRÜNNHILDE
"I flee for the first time
And am pursued:
Warfather follows close.
. . . . . . . . .
He nears, he nears, in fury
Save this woman!
Sisters, your help!"]
THE VALKYRIES
What threatens the woman?
BRÜNNHILDE
Hark to me quickly!
Sieglinde this is,
Siegmund's sister and bride.
Wotan his fury
Against the Wälsungs has turned.
He told me
That to-day I must fail
The brother in strife;
But with my shield
I guarded him safe,
Daring the God,
Who slew him himself with his spear.
Siegmund fell;
But I fled,
Bearing his bride.
To protect her
And from the stroke
Of his wrath to hide,
I hastened, O my sisters, to you!
THE VALKYRIES [_Full of fear._
O foolish sister,
How mad thy deed!
Woe's me! Woe's me!
Brünnhilde, lost one!
Mocked, disobeyed
By Brünnhilde
Warfather's holy command!
WALTRAUTE [_On the look-out._
Darkness comes
From the north like the night.
ORTLINDE [_On the look-out._
Hither steering,
Rages the storm.
ROSSWEISSE, GRIMGERDE, and SCHWERTLEITE
Wildly neighs
Warfather's horse!
HELMWIGE, GERHILDE, and SIEGRUNE
Panting, snorting it comes!
BRÜNNHILDE
Woe to the woman
If here she is found,
For Wotan has vowed
The Wälsungs shall perish!
The horse that is swiftest
Which of you lends,
That forth the woman may fly?
SIEGRUNE
Wouldst have us too
Madly rebel?
BRÜNNHILDE
Rossweisse, sister,
Wilt lend me thy racer!
ROSSWEISSE
The fleet one from Wotan
Never yet fled.
BRÜNNHILDE
Helmwige, hear me!
HELMWIGE
I flout not our father.
BRÜNNHILDE
Waltraute! Gerhilde!
Give me your horse!
Schwertleite! Siegrune!
See my distress!
Stand by me now
Because of our love:
Rescue this woman in woe!
SIEGLINDE
[_Who until now has been staring gloomily and
coldly before her, starts up with a repellent
gesture as Brünnhilde encircles her with a warm,
protective embrace._
Concern thyself not about me;
Death is all that I crave.
From off the field
Who bade thee thus bear me?
For there perchance
By the selfsame weapon
That struck down Siegmund
I too had died,
Made one with him
In the hour of death.
Far from Siegmund--
Siegmund, from thee!
O cover me, Death,
From the sorrow!
Wouldst thou not have me
Curse thee for flying?
Thou must hearken, maid, to my prayer:
Pierce thou my heart with thy sword!
BRÜNNHILDE [_Impressively._
Live for the sake
Of thy love, O woman!
Rescue the pledge
Thou has gotten from him:
The Wälsung's child thou shalt bear!
SIEGLINDE
[_Gives a violent start; suddenly her face beams
with sublime joy._
Save me, ye bold ones!
Rescue my child!
Shelter me, maidens,
And strong be your shield!
[_An ever-darkening thunderstorm nears from the
back._
WALTRAUTE [_On the look-out._
The storm has drawn nigh.
ORTLINDE
Fly, all who fear it!
THE VALKYRIES
Hence with the woman;
Here she is lost:
The Valkyries dare not
Shield her from doom!
SIEGLINDE [_On her knees before Brünnhilde._
Save me, O maid!
Rescue the mother!
BRÜNNHILDE [_Raising Sieglinde with sudden resolve._
Away then, and swiftly!
Alone thou shalt fly.
I--stay in thy stead,
Victim of Wotan's anger.
I will hold here
The God in his wrath,
Till I know thee past reach of his rage.
SIEGLINDE
Say, whither shall my flight be?
BRÜNNHILDE
Which of you, sisters,
Eastward has journeyed?
SIEGRUNE
A forest stretches
Far in the east;
The Nibelung's hoard
By Fafner thither was borne.
SCHWERTLEITE
There as a dread
Dragon he sojourns,
And in a cave
Keeps watch over Alberich's ring.
GRIMGERDE
'Tis uncanny there
For a woman's home.
BRÜNNHILDE
And yet from Wotan's wrath
Shelter sure were the wood;
For he both fears
And keeps far from the place.
[Illustration: Plate 30
"There as a dread
Dragon he sojourns,
And in a cave
Keeps watch over Alberich's ring."]
WALTRAUTE [_On the look-out._
Raging, Wotan
Rides to the rock!
THE VALKYRIES
Brünnhilde, hark!
Like a storm-wind he comes!
BRÜNNHILDE
Flee then swiftly,
Thy face to the east!
Boldly enduring,
Defy every ill--
Hunger and thirst,
Briar and stone;
Laugh, whether gnawed
By anguish or want!
For one thing know
And hold to always--
The world's most glorious hero
Hideth, O woman, thy sheltering womb!
[_She takes the pieces of Siegmund's sword from
under her breast-plate and gives them to Sieglinde._
The splintered sword's pieces
Guard securely;
From the field where slain was
His father I brought them.
And now I name
Him who one day
The sword new-welded shall swing--
"Siegfried" rejoice and prevail!
SIEGLINDE [_Greatly moved._
Sublimest wonder!
Glorious maid!
From thee high solace
I have received!
For him whom we loved
I save the beloved one.
May my thanks one day
Sweet reward bring!
Fare thou well!
Be blest by Sieglind' in woe!
[_She hastens away to the right in front. The
rocky peak is surrounded by black thunder-clouds.
A fearful storm rages from the back. A fiery glow
increases in strength to the right._
WOTAN'S VOICE
Stay, Brünnhilde!
ORTLINDE AND WALTRAUTE [_Coming down from the look-out._
The rock is reached
By horse and rider!
[_Brünnhilde, after following Sieglinde with her
eyes for a while, goes towards the background,
looks into the wood, and comes forward again
fearfully._
THE VALKYRIES
Woe, Woe! Brünnhilde!
Vengeance he brings!
Ah, sisters, help!
My courage fails!
His wrath will crush me
Unless ye ward off its weight.
THE VALKYRIES
[_Fly towards the rocky point in fear, drawing
Brünnhilde with them._
This way, then, lost one!
Hide from his sight!
Cling closely to us,
And heed not his call!
[_They hide Brünnhilde in their midst and look
anxiously towards the wood, which is now lit up by
a bright fiery glow, while in the background it has
grown quite dark._
Woe! Woe!
Raging, Wotan
Swings from his horse!
Hither hastes
His foot for revenge!
WOTAN
[_Comes from the wood in a terrible state of wrath
and excitement and goes towards the Valkyries on
the height, looking angrily for Brünnhilde._
Where is Brünnhilde?
Where is the guilty one?
Would ye defy me
And hide the rebel?
THE VALKYRIES
Fearful and loud thy rage is!
By what misdeed have thy daughters
Vexed and provoked thee
To terrible wrath?
WOTAN
Fools, would ye flout me?
Have a care, rash ones!
I know: Brünnhilde
Fain ye would hide.
Leave her, the lost one
Cast off for ever,
Even as she
Cast off her worth!
THE VALKYRIES
To us fled the pursued one,
In her need praying for help,
Dismayed and fearful,
Dreading thy wrath.
For our trembling sister
Humbly we beg
That thy first wild rage be calmed.
WOTAN
Weak-hearted
And womanish brood!
Is this your valour,
Given by me?
For this have I reared you
Bold for the fight,
Made you relentless
And hard of heart
That ye wild ones might weep and whine
When my wrath on a faithless one falls?
Learn, wretched whimperers,
What was the crime
Of her for whom
Ye are shedding those tears.
No one but she
Knew what most deeply I brooded;
No one but she
Pierced to the source of my being;
Through her deeds
All, I wished to be, came to birth.
This sacred bond
So completely she broke
That she defied me,
Opposing my will,
Her master's command
Openly mocked,
And against me pointed the spear
That she held from me alone.
Hearest, Brünnhilde?
Thou who didst hold
Thy helm and spear,
Grace and delight,
Life and name as my gift!
Hearing my voice thus accusing,
Dost hide from me in terror,
A coward who shirks her doom?
BRÜNNHILDE
[_Steps out from the band of Valkyries, and humbly
but with a firm step descends from the rocky peak
until within a short distance from Wotan._
Here I am, Father,
Awaiting thy sentence!
WOTAN
I--sentence thee not;
Thou hast shaped thy doom for thyself.
Through my will only
Wert thou at all,
Yet against my will thou hast worked;
Thy part it was
To fulfil my commands,
Yet against me thou hast commanded;
Wish-maid
Thou wert to me,
Yet thy wish has dared to cross mine;
Shield-maid
Thou wert to me,
Yet against me raised was thy shield;
Lot-chooser
Thou wert to me:
Against me the lot thou hast chosen;
Hero-rouser
Thou wert to me:
Thou hast roused up heroes against me.
What once thou wert
Wotan has told thee:
What thou art now,
Demand of thyself!
Wish-maid thou art no more;
Valkyrie thou art no longer:--
What now thou art
For aye thou shalt be!
BRÜNNHILDE [_Greatly terrified._
Thou dost cast me off?
Ah, can it be so?
WOTAN
No more shall I send thee from Walhall
To seek upon fierce
Fields for the slain;
With heroes no more
Shalt thou fill my hall:
When the high Gods sit at banquet,
No more shalt thou pour
The wine in my horn;
No more shall I kiss
The mouth of my child.
Among heaven's hosts
Numbered no longer,
Outcast art thou
From the kinship of Gods;
Our bond is broken in twain,
And from my sight henceforth thou now
art banned.
THE VALKYRIES
[_Leave their places in the excitement, and come a
little farther down the rocks._
Woe's me! Woe!
Sister! O sister!
BRÜNNHILDE
All that thou gavest
Thou dost recall?
WOTAN
Conquering thee, one shall take all!
For here on the rock
Bound thou shalt be,
Defenceless in sleep,
Charmed and enchained;
The man who chances this way
And awakes her, shall master the maid.
THE VALKYRIES
[_Come down from the height in great excitement,
and in terrified groups surround Brünnhilde, who
lies half kneeling before Wotan._
O stay, Father!
The sentence recall.
Shall the maiden droop
And be withered by man?
O dread one, avert thou
The crying disgrace:
For as sisters share we her shame.
WOTAN
Have ye not heard
Wotan's decree?
From out your band
Shall your traitorous sister be banished,
No more to ride
Through the clouds her swift steed to the
battle;
Her maidenhood's flower
Will fade away;
Her grace and her favour
Her husband's will be;
Her husband will rule her
And she will obey;
Beside the hearth she will spin,
To all mockers a mark for scorn.
[Illustration: Plate 31, The ride of the Valkyries.]
[_Brünnhilde sinks with a cry to the ground.
The Valkyries, horror-stricken, recoil from her
violently._
Fear ye her fate?
Then fly from the lost one!
Swiftly forsake
And flee from her far!
Let one but venture
Near her to linger,
Seek to befriend her,
Defying my will--
The fool shall share the same doom:
I warn you, ye bold ones, well!
Up and away!
Hence, and return not!
Get ye gone at a gallop,
Trouble is rife else for you here!
THE VALKYRIES [_Separate with a wild cry and rush into the wood._
Woe! Woe!
[_Black clouds settle thickly on the cliff; a
rushing sound is heard in the wood. From the
clouds breaks a vivid flash of lightning, by which
the Valkyries are seen packed closely together,
and riding wildly away with loose bridles. The
storm soon subsides; the thunder-clouds gradually
disperse. In the following scene the weather
becomes fine again and twilight falls, followed at
the close by night._
[_Wotan and Brünnhilde, who lies stretched at his
feet, remain behind alone. A long solemn silence._
BRÜNNHILDE
[_Begins to raise her head a little, and,
commencing timidly, gains confidence as she
proceeds._
Was the offence
So shameful and foul
That to such shame the offender should be
doomed?
Was what I did
So base and so vile
That I must suffer abasement so low?
Was the dishonour
Truly so deep
That it must rob me of honour for aye?
[_She raises herself gradually to a kneeling
posture._
O speak, Father!
In my eye looking,
Calming thy rage,
Taming thy wrath,
Explain why so dark
This deed of mine
That in thy implacable anger
It costs thee thy favourite child!
WOTAN [_His attitude unchanged, gravely and gloomily._
Ask of thy deed,
And that will show thee thy guilt!
BRÜNNHILDE
I but fulfilled
Wotan's command.
WOTAN
By my command
Didst thou fight for the Walsung?
BRÜNNHILDE
Yea, lord of the lots,
So ran thy decree.
WOTAN
But I took back
The order, changed the decree!
BRÜNNHILDE
When Fricka had weaned
Thy will from its purpose;
In yielding what she desired
Thou wert a foe to thyself.
WOTAN [_Softly and bitterly._
I thought thou didst understand me,
And punished thy conscious revolt;
But coward and fool
I seemed to thee!
If I had not treason to punish
Thou wouldst be unworthy my wrath.
BRÜNNHILDE
I am not wise,
But I knew well this one thing--
That thy love was the Wälsung's;
I knew that, by discord
Drawn two ways,
This one thing thou hadst forgotten.
The other only
Couldst thou discern--
What so bitterly
Wounded thy heart:
That Siegmund might not be shielded.
WOTAN
And yet thou didst dare
To shield him, knowing 'twas so?
BRÜNNHILDE [_Beginning softly._
Because I the one thing
Had kept in my eye,
While by twofold desire
Divided wert thou,
Blindly thy back on him turning!
She who wards thy back
From the foe in the field,
She saw alone
What thou sawest not:--
Siegmund I beheld.
Bringing him doom
I approached;
I looked in his eyes,
Gave ear to his words.
I perceived the hero's
Bitter distress;
Loud the lament
Of the brave one resounded;
Uttermost love's
Most terrible pang,
Saddest of hearts
Defying all odds---
With my ear I heard,
My eye beheld
That which stirred the heart in my breast
With trouble holy and strange.
Shamed, astonished,
Shrinking I stood.
Then all my thought
Was how I could serve him;
Triumph and death
To share with Siegmund--
That seemed, that only,
The lot I could choose!
Faithful to him
Who taught my heart this love,
And set me
By the Wälsung's side as friend--
Most faithful to him--
Thy word I disobeyed.
WOTAN
So thou hast done
What I yearned so greatly to do--
What a twofold fate
Withheld from my desire!
So easy seemed to thee
Heart's delight in the winning,
When burning woe
In my heart flamed fierce,
When terrible anguish
Wrung my soul,
When, to save the world
That I loved, love's spring
In my tortured heart I imprisoned?
Against my own self
When I turned, to my torment,
From swooning pain
Arose in a frenzy,
When a wild longing
Burning like fire
The fearful design in me woke
In the ruins of my own world
My unending sorrow to bury,
[_Somewhat freely._
Thy heart was lapped
In blissful delight.
Trembling with rapture,
Drunken with joy,
Thy lips drank laughing
The draught of love,
While I drank of divine woe
Mixed with wormwood and gall.
[_Dryly and shortly._
By thy lightsome heart
Henceforth be guided:
From me thou hast turned away!
I must renounce thee;
Together no more
Shall we two whisper counsel;
Apart our paths lie,
Sundered for ever,
And so long as life lasts
I, the God, dare nevermore greet thee!
BRÜNNHILDE [_Simply._
Unfit was the foolish
Maid for thee,
Who, dazed by thy counsel,
Grasped not thy mind
When, to her, one counsel
Alone appeared plain--
To love what was loved by thee.
If I must forth
Where I shall not find thee,
If the fast-woven bond
Must be loosed,
And half thy being
Far from thee banished--
A half once thine and thine only,
O God, forget not that!--
Thy other self
Thou wilt not dishonour,
Dealing out shame
That will shame thee too;
Thine own honour were lowered,
Were I a target for scorn!
WOTAN
The lure of love
Thou hast followed fain:
Follow the man
Who shall wield its might!
BRÜNNHILDE
If I must go from Walhall,
No more in thy work be a sharer,
And if as my master
A man I must serve,
I braggart base
Abandon me not!
Not all unworthy
Be he who wins!
WOTAN
With Wotan no part hast thou--
He cannot fashion thy fate.
BRÜNNHILDE
By thee has been founded a race
Too glorious to bring forth a coward
One day must a matchless hero
From Walsung lineage spring.
WOTAN
Name not the Wälsungs to me!
Renouncing thee,
Them too I renounced;
Through envy they came to naught.
BRÜNNHILDE
She who turned from thee
Rescued the race;
[_With an air of secrecy._
Sieglinde bears
Fruit holy and high;
In pain and woe
Beyond woe known to woman
She will bring forth
What in fear she hides!
WOTAN
No shelter for her
Seek at my hand,
Nor for fruit that she may bear.
BRÜNNHILDE
The sword she has kept
That thou gavest Siegmund.
WOTAN [_Violently._
And that I splintered with my spear.
Strive not, O maid,
My spirit to trouble!
Await thou the lot
Cast and decreed;
I cannot choose it or change!
But now I must forth,
Fare from thee far;
Too long I stay by thy side.
I must turn from thee,
As thou didst from me;
I must not even
Know thy desire;
Thy doom alone
I must see fulfilled!
BRÜNNHILDE
And what is the doom
That I must suffer?
WOTAN
In slumber fast
Thou shalt be locked;
Wife thou shalt be to the man
Who finds and wakes thee from sleep!
BRÜNNHILDE [_Falls on her knees._
If fettering sleep
Fast must bind me,
An easy prey
To the basest coward,
This one thing that in deep anguish
I plead for thou must accord!
O shield thou the sleeper
With soul-daunting terrors,
[_Firmly._
That by a dauntless
Hero alone
Here on the rock
I may be found!
WOTAN
Too much thou askest--
Too big a boon!
[Illustration: Plate 32
WOTAN.
"Appear, flickering fire,
Encircle the rock with thy flame!
Loge! Loge! Appear!"]
BRÜNNHILDE [_Clasping his knees._
This one thing
Grant me, O grant me!
The child that is clasping
Thy knees crush dead;
Tread down thy dear one
And shatter the maid;
Let her body perish,
Pierced by thy spear,
But, cruel one, expose her not
To this crying shame!
[_With wild ecstasy._
O cause a fire
To burn at thy bidding,
With flame fiercely flaring
Girdle the rock,
And may its tongue lick,
And may its tooth eat
The coward who, daring, rashly
Approaches the terrible spot!
WOTAN
[_Overcome and deeply stirred, turns quickly
towards Brünnhilde, raises her from her knees and
looks into her eyes with emotion._
Farewell, thou valiant,
Glorious child!
Thou the most holy
Pride of my heart,
Farewell! Farewell! Farewell!
[_Passionately._
Must we be parted?
Shall I never more
Give thee love's greeting?
Must thou no longer
Gallop beside me,
Nor bring me mead at banquet?
If I must lose thee,
Whom I have loved so,
The laughing delight of my eyes,
For thee there shall burn
A bridal fire brighter
Than ever yet burned for a bride!
Fiercely the flames
Shall flare round thy bed,
Flames dreadful, devouring,
Daunting all cowards;
Let cravens flee
From Brünnhilde's rock!
One only shall set the bride free,
One freer than I, the God!
[_Moved and enraptured, Brünnhilde sinks on the
breast of Wotan, who holds her in a long embrace;
then she throws back her head again, and, still
embracing him, gazes into his eyes with emotion and
awe._
Those eyes so lovely and bright
That oft with smiles I caressed,
Thy valour
With a kiss rewarding
When, sweetly lisped
By thy childlike mouth,
The praise of heroes I heard:
Those eyes so radiant and fair
That oft in storm on me shone,
When hopeless yearning
My heart was wasting,
And when the joy
Of the world I longed for,
While fears thronged thick around me--
Once more to-day
Gladdening me,
Let them take this kiss
Of fond farewell!
On happier mortal
May they yet shine;
On me, hapless immortal,
Must they close, and for ever!
[_He takes her head in both hands._
'Tis thus that the God
From thee turns:
He kisses thy Godhead away!
[Illustration: Plate 33, As he moves slowly away, Wotan turns and looks
sorrowfully back at Brünnhilde.]
[_He kisses her long on the eyes, and with
these closed she sinks back softly into his
arms, unconscious. He carries her gently to a
low mossy mound, and lays her there beneath the
broad-spreading pine-tree which overshadows it.
He gazes at her and closes her helmet; his eyes
then rest on the form of the sleeper, which he
completely covers with the great steel shield of
the Valkyries. Having done so, he moves slowly
away, turning to take one more sorrowful look. Then
he strides with solemn resolve to the middle of the
stage, and points his sword towards a large rock._
Loge, hear!
Hark to my word!
I who found thee at first
A fiery flame,
And from whom thou didst vanish
In wandering fire,
I, who once bound,
Bid thee break forth!
Appear, flickering fire,
Encircle the rock with thy flame!
[_He strikes the rock three times with his spea
r during the following._
Loge! Loge! Appear!
[_A gleam of fire issues from the stone and
gradually becomes a fiery glow; then flickering
flames break forth. Soon wild, shooting flames
surround Wotan, who, with his spear, directs the
sea of fire to encircle the rock. It spreads
towards the background, so that the mountain is
surrounded by flame._
Let none who fears
The spear of Wotan
Adventure across this fire!
[_He stretches out his spear as a ban, looks
sorrowfully back at Brünnhilde, then moves slowly
away, turning his head for a farewell gaze. Finally
he disappears through the fire. The curtain falls._
[Illustration: Plate 34, The sleep of Brünnhilde.]
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