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Act 2 
Siegmund Deep as a spell sleep subdues my belovedfs sorrow and pain. When the valkyre came to me, did she bring
her this marvelous comfort? Was the grim battle not to terrify a miserable woman? She seems lifeless though she is alive: her sorrow is soothed by a smiling dream. 
Sleep on now until the battle has been fought and peace brings you joy. 
He who calls me must now make ready; what he deserves I will grant him. gNotungh will pay him his due. 
Sieglinde If only father would came home! Hefs still in the woods with the boy. Mother, mother, I am afraid. The strangers do not look friendly or peaceable. 
Black smoke, sultry mist, fiery flames are licking round us; the house is burning. Help me, brother! Siegmund, Siegmund! 
Siegmund, ha! 
Hunding Woeful! Woeful! 
Stand up and fight me, or my dogs will get you. 
Siegmund Where you hiding that I shot pas you? Stand so that I may face you. 
Sieglinde Hunding, Siegmund, if only I could see them! 
Hunding Came here, you blackguard wooer, let Fricka smite you down here. Siegmund Dfyou think I am still unarmed, cowardly fellow? You threaten me with women, then fight now yourself or Fricka will let you down. 
For look! From your house, from the homely tree-trunk I fearlessly pulled out the sword: now taste its cutting power!  
Sieglinde Stop, you men. First murder me! 
Brunnhilde Strike him, Siegmund! 
Wotan Get back from my spear; to pieces with the sword.    
(Siegmund falls dead on the ground.) 
Brunnhilde (to Sieglinde) quick, to my horse, and I will save you. 
(to hunding) Be off, slave. Kneel before Fricka; tell her that wotanfs spear avenged what caused her shame. 
Go! Go! 
(as he waves one arm contemptuously, hunding falls dead on the ground.) 
As for Brunnhilde, she will regret her crime. Terribly her rashness will be punished when my horse overtakes her in flight. |
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