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ILLUSTRATIONS
Toface page " Nothung ! Nothung! Conquering SWOrd! " FrontispieceMimeatthe anvil 4
Mimeand the infant Siegfried 8
"
And
there IlearnedWhat love waslike" 10
Siegfried sees himself inthestream 12
Mimefinds the motherof Siegfried inthe forest 14
"
In dragon'sform
Fafnernowwatches thehoard" 22
Mime andtheWanderer 24
Theforging ofNothung 34
Siegfried killsFafner 56
" Thehot blood burnslikefire !
"
58
Thedwarfs quarrellingoverthe bodyof Fafner 62
"
Magical rapture Pierces
my
heart;Fixedis
my
gaze, Burningwithterror ;Ireel,
my
heart faintsandfails!"
86
"
Sun, Ihail thee!
Hail,
O
light!Hail,
O
gloriousday!" 88
vr
LIST
OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Toface
page
Briinnhildethrowsherself into Siegfried's arms 98
Thethree Norns 104
The Nornsvanish 108
Siegfriedleaves Briinnhilde insearch of adventure 110
Siegfried handsthedrinking-horn back to Gutrune,and
gazesat herwithsudden passion 120 Briinnhilde kisses the ring that Siegfriedhasleftwith
her 124
Theravensof Wotan 128
"The
ringupon thyhand
. . . ah,be implored!
ForWotan flingitaway !
"
130
Thewooing of Grimhilde, the motherof Hagen 136
"Swearto
me, Hagen,
my
son!"
138
"
O
wife betrayed, Iwillavenge
Thytrust deceived" 154
i
(
"
Though gaily ye
may
laugh,In griefyeshall be lef.t,
For, mocking maids; this ring
Ye
askshall never HO.'yours'. 162"
Siegfried! Siegfried !
Ourwarning is true:
Flee, oh,fleefrom the curse !
"
164
LIST
OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Siegfried'sdeath
Coface
page
172
Briinnhilde on Grane leaps on to the funeral pyre of
Siegfried 180
The Rhine-Maidens obtain possession of the ring and
SIEGFRIED
CHARACTERS
SIEGFRIEDMIME
THE WANDERER
ALBERICHFAFNER
ERDA
BRUNNHILDESCENES
OF
ACTION
ACT
I.A
CAVE
IN AWOOD
ACT
II. DEPTHS OF THEWOOD
ACT
III.WILD
REGION AT THEFOOT
OF AROCKY
MOUNTAIN ;AFTERWARDS
: SUMMIT OFPROPERTY
THE
FIRST
ACT
A
rockycavernIna wood,inwhichJlands anaturallyformedsmith'sforge,with bigbellows. MimeJits injrontofthe anvil, bujilyhammeringat a sword.
JHime
Who
hasbeenhammering witha
smallhammer,
stops working.
Slavery ! worry !
Labour all lost !
The
strongestsword
That ever I forged,
That the hands of giants Fitly might wield,
This insolent urchin
For
whom
it is fashionedCan
snap intwo
at one stroke,As
if the thing were a toy !\_Mtrne throws the sword on the anvil
ill-humouredly, and "with his arms akimbo gazes thoughtfully on theground.
There is one sword
That he could not shatter :
Nothung's splinters
Would
baffle his strength,Could I but forge
Those doughty fragments
That all
my
skillCannot weld anew.
Could I but forge the weapon,
Shame
and
toilwould win
their reward !SIEGFRIED
Fafner, the dragon grim,
Dwells in the
gloomy
wood
;With
hisgruesome and
grisly bulkThe
Nibelung hoardYonder
he guards.Siegfried, lusty
and
young,Would
slayhim
without ado ;The
Nibelung's ringWould
thenbecome
mine.The
only sword for the deedWere
Nothung, if it wereswung
By
Siegfried's conqueringarm
;And
I cannot fashionNothung, the sword !
[He laystheswordinpofitionagain,andgoes on hammering in deep dejetlion.
Slavery !
worry
!Labour
all lost !The
strongestsword
That ever I forged
Will never serve
For that difficult deed.
I beat
and
Ihammer
Only to
humour
the boy ;He
snaps intwo what
Imake,
And
scolds if I ceasefrom
work.[Hedrops his hammer.
Hoiho
!Hoiho
!In roughforejier's [Entering.
drefs with afilver
Come
Qn
,Come
Qn
,horn hungby a
^
i_- i T> t.- ichain, burfls in
Tear
him
! Tearhim
!boi/leroujlyfrom
Tne
Slll7 Smith !thewood.
He
is [Mimedrops the sword in terror, and takesleadinga bigbear refugebehind theforge; while Siegfried, bya rope ofbajl, Jhouting with laughter, keeps driving the andurges him bearafterhim.
Mimeat the anvil Seep.2
SIEGFRIED
Mime
Mime
Comes trembling
from behindthe
Sitsdown to
recoverfrom his
laughter.
Hence
with the beast II
want
not the bear !I
come
thus pairedThe
better to pinch thee;Bruin, ask for the sword !
Hey
! Lethim
go !There lies the
weapon
;It
was
finished to-day.Then
thou art safe for to-day !\_He lets the bear looseandJirikes him on the
back with the rope.
Off, Bruin !
I need thee
no
more.[The bear runs back intothewood.
Slay all the bears
Thou
canst,and welcome
;But
why
thus bring the beastsHome
alive ?For better
companions
seekingThan
the onewho
sits athome,
I blew
my
horn in the wood,Till the forest glades resounded.
What
I asked with the noteWas
ifsome
good friendMy
gladcompanion would
be.From
the covertcame
a bearWho
listened tome
with growls,And
I likedhim
better than thee,Though
better friends I shall find.With
a trusty ropeI bridled the beast,
To
ask thee, rogue, for the weapon.SIEGFRIED
JHtme I
made
the sword keen-edged;Takes upthe i
n
its sharpness thou wilt rejoice.swordto hand r
Rg
M(hfhg swgrd anxioujjy ~ in it to Siegfried.Siegfriedsnatches itfrom him.
What
mattersan
edge keen sharpened, Unless hardand
true the steel ?[T
eftingthesword.Hei !
What
an
idle,Foolish toy !
Wouldst
have this pinPass for a sword ?
[HeJlrikes it on the anvil, so that the
splinters flyabout.
Mime
jhrinks back interror.
There, take back the pieces, Pitiful bungler !
Tis
on
thy skullIt should have been broken !
Shall such a braggart
Still go on boasting, Telling of giants
And
prowess in battle,Of deeds of valour,
And
dauntless defence ?A
sword trueand
trustyTry to forge me,
Praising the skill
He
does not possess ?When
I take holdOf
what
he hashammered,
The
rubbish crumbles At amere
touch !Were
not the wretchToo
mean
formy
wrath,I
would
breakhim
in bitsSIEGFRIED
S)tfflfrtetJ
In a wailing
voice, as ifhurt.
The
doting fool of agnome
!-And
end the annoyance at once ![Siegfried throws himselfon to aJlone seat
ina rage. Mime all the time has been
cautioujly keepingoutofhis way.
Again thou ravest like
mad,
Ungrateful and perverse.
If
what
forhim
I forge Is not perfect on the spot,Too
soon the boy forgetsThe
good things I havemade
!Wilt never learn the lesson
Of gratitude, I
wonder
?Thou
shouldst be glad to obeyhim
Who
always treated thee well.[Siegfried turns his back on Mimeina bad temper, and fits with his face to the wall.
Thou
dost not like to be told that ! [Hejiands perplexed, thengoes to the hearthin the kitchen.
But thou wouldst fain be fed.
Wilt eat the
meat
I have roasted,Or
wouldst thou prefer the broth ?'Twas boiled solely for thee.
[He brings food to Siegfried, who, without
turning round, knocks both bowland meat outofhis hand.
Meat
I roast for myself ;Sup
thy filthy broth alone !This is the reward of all
my
love !An
my
careSIEGFRIED
When
thou wert a babeI
was
thy nurse,Made
the mite clothingTo
keephim
warm,
Brought thee thy food,
Gave
thee to drink,Kept thee as safe
As
I keepmy
skin ;And
when
thou wertgrown
I waited on thee,
And
made
a bedFor thy slumber soft.
I fashioned thee toys
And
a sounding horn,Grudging
no
pains,Wert
thou but pleased.With
counsel wiseI guided thee well,
With mellow wisdom
Training thy mind.
Sitting at
home,
I toil
and
moil ;To
heart's desireWander
thy feet.Through
thee alone worried,And
working for thee,I
wear
myself out,A
poor old dwarf ![Sobbing.
And
formy
troubleThe
sole reward isBy
a hot-tempered boy[Sobbing.
To
be hatedand
plagued IMime andtheinfant Siegfried
Hasturned round again andhas
quietly watched
Mimesface,
while the latter,
meetingthelook,
tries
timidly to hidehisown.
SIEGFRIED
Thou
hast taughtme
much, Mime,
And many
things I have learned ;But
what
thoumost
gladly hadst taughtme
A
lesson too hard has provedHow
to endure thy sight.When
withmy
foodOr
drink thou dost come, I sup off loathing alone;
When
thou dost softlyMake
me
a bed,My
sleep is brokenand
bad ;When
thou wouldst teachme
How
to be wise,Fain were I deaf
and dumb.
Ifmy
eyes happenTo
fallon
thee,I find all thou doest
Amiss and
ill-done;
When
thou dost stand,Waddle and
walk,Shamble and
shuffle,With
thine eyelids blinking,By
the neck Iwant
To
take the nodder,And
choke the lifeFrom
the hateful twitcher.So
much,
O
Mime,
I love thee !Hast thou such wisdom,
Explain, I pray thee,
A
thing I havewondered
at :Though
I go roamingJust to avoid thee,
Why
do I always return ?Though
I love the beastsSIEGFRIED
Tree
and
birdAnd
the fish in the brook,One
and
allThey
are dearer than thouHow
is it I always return ?Of thy
wisdom
tellme
that.M
Trl
to approachMv
child> that ght toshow
theehim affectionately. That
Mime
is dear to thy heart. Sjiegfcirt I said I could not bear thee ;Forget not that so soon.
Jfttme
The
wildness that thou shouldsttame
Recoils,andfits Is the cause, bad boy, of that. downagainapart,
Young
ones are always longingoppofete Siegfried. After their
parents
>
nest .
What we
lovewe
all long for,And
so thou dost yearn forme
; 'Tis plain thou lovest thyMime,
And
alwaysmust
love him.What
the old bird is to theyoung
one,Feeding it in its nest
Ere the fledgling can flutter, That is
what
careful, cleverMime
To
thyyoung
life is,And
alwaysmust
be.Well,
Mime,
being so clever,This one thing
more
also tellme
:[Simply.
The
birds sang togetherSo gaily in spring,
[Tenderly.
The
one alluring the other ;And
thou didst say,When
I asked thee why,Thatthey were wives with their husbands.
"Andthere
I learned
What lovewaslike" Seep. ii
SIEGFRIED
They
chattered so sweetly,Were
never apart ;They
builded a nestIn which they might brood;
The
flutteringyoung
onesCame
flying out,And
both took care of the young.The
roes in the woods, too,Rested in pairs,
The
wild wolves even,and
foxes.Food
was
foundthem
and broughtBy
the father,The
mother suckled theyoung
ones.And
there I learnedWhat
lovewas
like ;A
whelpfrom
itsmother
I never took.
But
where
hast thou,Mime,
A
wife dear and loving,That I
may
call hermother
?What
dost thoumean
? Angrily. Fool, thou artmad
!Art thou then a bird or a fox ?
When
Iwas
a babeThou
wertmy
nurse,Made
the mite clothingTo
keephim
warm
;But tell me,
whence
Did the tiny mite
come
?Could babe without mother
Be
born to thee ?Thou
must
alwaysGreatly Trust
what
I tell thee.tmbarraffed. j
am
thy fatherSIEGFRIED
Very angrily.
With increaftng
animation.
Springs upon
Mime, andseizes him by the throat.
Thou
liest, filthy old fright !The
resemblance 'twixt childand
parent I often have seen for myself.I
came
to the limpid brook,And
the beastsand
the trees Isaw
reflected;
Sun and
clouds too,Just as they are,
Were
mirrored quite plain in the stream.I also could spy
This face of mine,
And
quite unlike thineSeemed
it tome
;As
little alikeAs
a fish to a toad :And
when
had
fish toad for its father?How
canst thou talkSuch
terrible stuff ?Listen !
At
lastI understand
What
in vain I pondered so long :Why
Iroam
thewoods
And
run to escape thee,Yet return
home
in the end.[Hesprings up. I cannot go till thou tell
me
What
fatherand mother
were mine.What
father ?What
mother
?Meaningless questions !
To
answer a questionThou
must
be caught first ;Willingly
Thou
never wilt speak;
Siegfried seeshimself inthe stream See p.12
SIEGFRIED
Thou
givest nothingUnless forced to.
How
to talkI hardly
had
learnedHad
it not by forceBeen
wrung
from
the wretch.Come,
out with it,Mangy
oldscamp
!r
Who
aremy
father andmother
?Dost
want
to killme
outright !AftermakingJigns
Ha
nds off, and the facts thou shalt hear,with hts headand
^
faf
^
kn()wn Jfhands, is released -. . t
J
by Siegfried. ungrateful
And
graceless child,Now
learn the cause of thy hatred !Neither thy father
Nor
kinsman
I,And
yet thou dostowe
me
thy life !To
me, thy one friend,A
stranger wert thou ;It
was
pity aloneSheltered thee here ;
And
this is allmy
reward.And
I hoped for thanks like a fool !A
woman
once I foundWho
wept in the forest wild ;I helped her here to the cave,
That by the fire I might
warm
her.The
woman
bore a child here ;Sadly she gave it birth.
She writhed about in pain
;
I helped her as I could.
Bitter her plight ; she died.
SIEGFRIED
Slowly.
Jfttmc
My
poor mother died, then, throughme
?To
my
care shecommended
thee ;'Twas willingly bestowed.
The
troubleMime
would
take !The
worry kindMime
endured !"
When
thou wert a babeI
was
thy nurse"...
That story I often have heard.
Now
say,whence
came
thename
Siegfried ?
'Twas thus that thy
mother
Told
me
toname
thee,That thou mightst
grow
To
be strong and fair."
I
made
the mite clothingTo
keep itwarm
"...
Now
tellme,what
name
was
my
mother's?In truth I hardly know.
"
Brought thee thy food,
Gave
thee to drink"...
My
mother'sname
thoumust
tell me.Her
name
I forget. Yet wait ! Sieglinde, thatwas
thename
borneBy
herwho
gave thee to me."I
kept thee as safe
As
I keepmy
skin"...
Next tell me,
who
was
my
father?With increasing urgency.
J^Nro*
Him
I have never seen.Roughly.
H
JHtme
Mime findsthemother of Siegfried intheforest
SIEGFRIED
But
my
mother told it thee, surely.He
fell incombat
Was
all that she said.She left the fatherless
Babe
tomy
care."
And when
thou wertgrown
I waited on thee,
And made
a bedFor thy slumber soft
"...
Still, with thy tiresome Starling song !
That I
may
trust thy story,Convinced thou art not lying,
Thou
must
producesome
proof.JHtme But
what
proof will convince thee ?i trust thee not with
my
I trust thee but with
mine
eyes :What
witness speaks for thee ? I got this from thy mother :After some thought
p
Or trouble, food, and servicetakesfrom the
Thfs
wag
sole reward>place where they fi
fc tf
,
tf splintered sword ,
areconcealed . '
the twopiecesof She said twas borne by thy father
a broken sword. In the fatal fight
when
he fell.And
thou shalt forge Enthuftajhcally. These fragrnents together,And
furnishmy
rightful sword !Up
! Tarry not,Mime
;
Quick to thy task !
If thou hast skill,
Thy
cunning display.SIEGFRIED
Cheat
me
no more
With
worthless trash ;These fragments alone
Henceforth I trust.
Lounge
o'er thy work,Weld
it not true,Trickily patching
The
goodly steel,And
thou shalt learn on thy limbsHow
metal best should be beat !I swear that this day
The
sword shall bemine
;My
weapon
to-day I shallwin
!Mime
What
wouldst thou to-day with theAlarmed. SWOrd ?
Leave the forest
For the wide world,
Never
more
to return.Ah,
how
fairA
thing is freedom !Nothing holds
me
or binds !No
father have I here,And
afar shall bemy
home
;Thy
hearth is notmy
house,Nor
my
covering thy roof.Like the fish
Glad in the water,
Like the finch
Free in the heavens,
Off I will float,
Forth I will fly,
Like the
wind
o'er thewood
Wafted
away,Thee,
Mime,
beholdingno
more
!\He rum intotheforeji.
SIEGFRIED
Mimt
Stop, boy ! Stop, boy !Greatly alarmed.
Whither
away
?Hey
! Siegfried ! ,Siegfried !
Hey
![He looks afterthe
retreating figurefor some
timein ajlonijhment; then hegoes back to
the smithy andfits down behindthe anvil.
He
stormsaway
!And
I sit here :To crown
my
caresComes
still thisnew
one ;My
plight is piteous indeed !How
help myselfnow
?How
hold the boy here ?How
lead theyoung
madcap
To
Fafner's lair ?And
how
weld the splintersOf obstinate steel ?
In
no
furnace fireCan
they be melted,Nor
canMime's
hammer
Cope with their hardness.
[Shrilly.
The
Nibelung's hate,Need and sweat
Cannot
make
Nothung
whole, Never will weld it anew.[Sobbing, hefinks in despair on to aJlool behind the anvil.
All hail, cunning smith !
A
seat by thy hearthEntersfrom the Kindly grant
woodby the door
The
wayworn
guest.atthe backofthe cave.
He
wearsa longdark blue cloak,and, for fta ff, carries a spear. On his head isa round, broad-brimmedJlouchedhat.
SIEGFRIED
Mime
Startingup in alarm. Approaching very Jlowly ftep byjlep. JHttne Sffllairtror Slowly coming nearerandnearer.ffttmc
Who
seeks forme
here In desolate woods,Finds
my
home
in the forest wild ?Wanderer
names
me
the world, smith.From
far I havecome
;On
the earth's back ranging,Much
I have roamed.If
Wanderer named,
Pray
wander from
hereWithout
halting for rest.Good
men
grudgeme
notwelcome
;Many
gifts I have received.By
bad hearts onlyIs evil feared.
Ill fate always
Dwelt by
my
side ;Thou
wouldst not add to it, surely !Always
searching,Much
have I seen;
Things of weight
Have
told tomany
;
Oft have rid
men
Of their troubles,
Gnawing and
carking cares.Though
thou hast searched,And
thoughmuch
thou hast found,I need neither seeker nor finder.
Lonely
am
I,And
lonewould
be ;Idlers I harbour not here.
SIEGFRIED
Again coming a
little nearer.
Mimt
More ahdmore anxious ashe sees the Wanderer approach. Sittingdown at the hearth.
Mimt
Who
has beenflaring at the
Wanderer
open-mouthed, now
/brinks back;
dejectedly.
There were
many
Thought
they were wise,Yet
what
they neededKnew
not at all;
Useful lore
was
Theirs for the asking,
Wisdom
was
their reward.Idle knowledge
Some
may
covet;
I
know
enough
formy
needs.[The Wanderer reaches the hearth.
My
own
wits suffice,I
want no
more,So, wise one, keep
on
thy way.Nay, here at thy hearth I
vow
bymy
headTo
answer all thou shalt ask.My
head is thine,'Tis forfeit to thee,
Unless I can give
Answers
good,Deftly redeeming the pledge.
Now
how
to get rid of the spy ?The
questions askedmust
be artful. \H.e summons up couragefor an affumptionofjiernnefs ; aloud.
Thy
head for thyLodging pays :
'Tis
pawned
;
now
seek to redeem it.Three the questions
Thou
shalt be asked.iHttnr
Pulhhimse/f
together and
reftefls.
Sinks intodeeper anddeeper meditation.
SIEGFRIED
Since, far on the back
Of the wide earth roving,
Thy
feet have ranged o'er the world,Come,
answerme
this :Tell
me
what
raceDwells in the earth's deep gorges.
In the depths of earth
The
Nibelungs have theirhome
;Nibelheim is their land.
Black elves they all are ;
Black Alberich
Once
was
their rulerand
lord.He
subdued the busyFolk by a ring
Gifted with magical might ;
And
they piledup
Shimmering
gold,Precious, fine-wrought,
To
win
him
the worldand
its glory.Proceed with thy questions, dwarf,
Thou
knowest much,
Wanderer,
Of the hidden depths of earth.
Now,
answerme
this :Tell
me
what
raceBreathes on earth's back
and moves
there.On
the earth's broad backThe
race of the giants arose ;Riesenheim is their land. Fasolt
and
Fafner,The
rude folk's rulers,Envied the Nibelung's might.
SIEGFRIED
So his wonderful hoard
They
won
for themselves,And
with it gained the ring too.The
brothers quarrelledAbout the ring,
And
slainwas
Fasolt.In dragon's form
Fafner
now
watches the hoard.One
question threatensme
still.Much,
Wanderer,Quite loft
m
Jhou
dostknow
thought. of the earth's back rude
and
rugged.Now
answer aright : Tellme
what
raceDwells above in the clouds.
Above
in the cloudsDwell the Immortals ;
Walhall is their
home.
They
are light-spirits ; Light- Alberich,Wotan,
rules as their lord.From
the world-ash-tree'sHoliest
bough
onceWotan
made him
a shaft.Though
the stem rot,The
spear shall endure,And
with that spear-pointWotan
rules the world.Trustworthy runes Of holy treaties
Deep
in the shaft he cut.Who
wields the spearCarried by
Wotan
SIEGFRIED
The
haft of the world Holds in his hand.Before
him
kneelsThe
Nibelung host ;The
giants, tamed,Bow
to his will.All
must
obey,and
for ever,The
spear's eternal lord.[HeJtrikes the ground with the spear a>
if
by accident, anda low growl of thunder is
heard,bywhich
Mime
isviolentlyalarmed.
Confess
now,
cunning dwarf,Are not
my
answers right,And
is notmy
headredeemed
?Both thou hast
won,
Afterattentively
Wager
and
head ;watchingthe
Thy
way
now, Wanderer, go. Wandererwith the spear,becomesveryfrightened, seeks ina confused
mannerfor his tools, andlooks timidlyafide.
Knowledge
useful to theeThou
wert to ask for ;Forfeit
my
head if I failed.Forfeit be thine,
Knowest
thou notThe
thing itwould
serve thee toknow.
Greeting thou
Gavest
me
not ;My
head into thyhand
I gave
That I might rest by thy hearth.
By
wager
fairForfeit thy head,
Canst thou not answer Three things
when
asked ;So sharpen well,
Mime,
thy wits J11
In dragon's form
Fafner
now
watchesthehoardSIEGFRIED
Very much frightened,and after much hefitation, at laji composes himself with timid submij/ion. Comfortably fittingdown again. Jttttne With more cheerfulnefs.Long
it isSince I left
my
land ;Long
it seems tome
Since I
was
born.I
saw
here the eye ofWotan
Shine, peering into
my
cave ;His glance dazes
My
mother-wit.But
well were itnow
to be wise.Come
then, Wanderer, ask.Perhaps fortune will favour
The
dwarf,and
redeem his head.Then
first, honest dwarf,Answer
this question :Tell the
name
of the raceThat
Wotan
treatsmost
harshly,\Verysoftly, but audibly.
And
yet loves beyond all the rest.Though
unlearnedIn heroes' kinship,
This question I answer with ease.
The Walsungs
areWotan
'sChosen stock,
By him
begottenAnd
loved with passion,Though
they areshown no
grace.Siegmund
and SieglindeBorn
were to Walse,A
wild and desperate Twin-born pair ;Siegfried
had
they as son,The
strongest shoot from the tree.My
head, say, is itStill, Wanderer,
mine
?SIEGFRIED
Pleasantly.
Forgettinghis presentfitnation
more andmore^
rubshis hands
joyfully.
How
well thou knowestAnd
namest
the race !Rogue, I see thou art clever.
The
foremost questionThou
hast solved ;The
second answer me, dwarf.A
crafty NiblungShelters Siegfried,
Hoping
he will slay Fafner,That the dwarf
may
be lord of the hoard,The
ring being his.Say,
what
sword,If Fafner to fall is,
Must
be by Siegfriedswung
?Nothung
isThe
name
of the sword ;Into
an
ash-tree's stemWotan
struck it ;One
only might bear it :He who
coulddraw
it forth.The
strongest heroesTried it
and
failed ;Only by
Siegmund
Was
it done ;Well he fought with the sword
Till
on
Wotan
's spear itwas
split.By
a crafty smithAre the fragments kept,
For he
knows
that aloneWith
theWotan
swordA
braveand
foolish boy, Siegfried, can slay the foe.\_Muchpleased.
A
second timeMy
head have I saved ?Mimeand the Wanderer
SIEGFRIED
The
wisest of wise onesLaughing.
Thou
must
be, surely ;Who
else could so clever be !But wouldst thou by craft
Employ
the boy-heroAs
instrument of thy purpose,With
one questionmore
I threaten thee. Tell me, thou artful
Armourer,
Whose
skillfrom
the doughty splintersNothung
the sword shall fashion.Mime
The
splinters !The
sword !Starts upingreat Alas
!
my
head reels !tfrrer-
What
shall I do ?
What
can I say ?Accursed sword !
I
was
mad
to steal it !A
perilous passIt has brought
me
to.Always too hard
To
yield tomy
hammer
!Rivet, solder Useless are both.
[Hethrows his took aboutas
ifhe hadgone
crazy^ and breaks outinutterdespair.
The
cleverest smith Living has failed;And, that being so,
Who
shall succeed ?How
rede aright such a riddle ?SUSEantomt Three things thou wert to ask
me
;Has risen
quietly Thrice
was
I to reply. from the hearth.Thy
questions were
Of far-off things,
SIEGFRIED
But what
stood here at thyhand
Needed
much
thatwas
forgotNow
that I guess it,Thou
goest crazed,And won
byme
Is the cunning one's head.
Now,
Fafner's dauntless subduer, Hear, thou death-doomed dwarf.By him
who
knows
notHow
to fearNothung
shall be forged.\Mimeftaresat him; he turns togo.
So
ward
thy head Wellfrom
to-day. I leave it forfeit tohim
Who
has never learned to fear.[He turns away smiling, and disappears
quickly in the wood.
Mime
has sunk onto the bench overwhelmed.
Jfttme Accursed light !
Staresbefore him
The
air is on fire !into the sunlit
What
flickersand
flashes ?wood, andbegins
What
buzzesand
whirs ?to tremble more
^^^
& thefe
and
swiandmore . J , . ^
violently.
And
circles about ?What
glittersand
gleamsIn the sun's hot glow ?
What
rustlesand
hums
And
rings so loud ?With
rolland
roarIt crashes this
way
!It bursts through the wood,
Making
forme
![He risesup in terror.
Its jaws are wide open,
SIEGFRIED
Eager for prey ;
The
dragon will catchme
I Fafner ! Fafner ![Hefinks fhriekingbehind the anvil.
Ho
there !Thou
idler !Behind the scene;, Is the
work
finished ?is heardbreaking
[tfe enten tfjecave. from the thicket. ~. , t_ ., ,
Quick,
come show
me
the sword.[Hepausesinsurprise.
Where
hides the smith ?Has
hemade
off ?Hey, there !
Mime,
thou coward !Where
art thou ?Where
hidest thou ?'Tis thou then, child ?
In a smallvoice, Art thou alone ?
from behindthe anvil.
Under
the anvil ?Laughing.
Why,
what
doest thou there ?Wert
thou grinding the sword ?Mime
The
sword?The
sword ?Comes forward,
How
Could I weld it? greatly upsetand[Halfafide. contused.
_
, .By him
who
knows
notHow
to fearNothung
shall be forged.Too
wiseam
ITo
attempt such work.Wilt thou speak plainly
Violently.
Or
must
I help thee ?SIEGFRIED
ffiimt As before. Vehemently. Jftimr Gradually recovering himself. Seizes him.Mimt
Laughing.Mmt
Recoveringhimself moreandmore.
Where
shall I turn inmy
need ?My
wily headWagered
and
lost is,[Staringbeforehtm.
And
forfeit tohim
it will fallWho
has never learned to fear.Dost thou by shuffling
Seek to escape ?
Small need to fly
Him
who
knows
fear !But
that lessonwas
onenever taughtthee.A
fool, I forgotThe
one great thing;What
thou wert taughtWas
to love me,And
alas ! the task proved hard.Now
how
shall I teach thee to fear ?Hey
!Must
I help thee ?What
work
hast thou done ?Concerned for thy good,
In thought I
was
sitting :Something of weight I
would
teach thee.'Twas under the seat
That thou wert sitting ;
What
weighty thing foundest thou there?Down
there I learnedhow
to fear,That I might teach thee, dullard.
With quiet wonder.
This fear then,
what
is it ?Thou
knowest not that,Yet wouldst
from
the forestForth to the world ?
SIEGFRIED
What
help in the trustiest sword,Hadst thou not learned to fear ?
What
absurdImpatiently. Invention is this ?
Jfttme 'Tis thy mother's wish
Approaching Speaking through me.
Siegfriedwith j
must
fulfilmoreand
^nore
ThQ
promise I gave her :confidence. _, , , , ,j , . M
That the world
and
its wilesThou
shouldst not encounterUntil thou hadst learned
how
to fear.Is it
an
art ?Vehemently
Why
was
I not taught ?Explain: this fearing,
what
is it ?In the dark
wood
Hast thou not felt,
When
shades of duskFall
dim and
drear,When
mournful whispersSigh afar,
And
fierce growlingSounds at hand,
When
strange flashesDart
and
flicker,And
the buzzingAnd
clamourgrow
[Trembling.
Hast thou not felt grim horror
Hold every sense in its clutches ?
[Quaking.
When
the limbs shiver,Shaken
with terror,\With a quiveringvoice. 29
SIEGFRIED
Mufing.
Mime
Mime
And
the heart, filled with dismay,Hammers,
bursting the breastHast thou not yet felt that,
A
stranger art thou to fear.Wonderful
trulyThat
must
be. Steadfast, strongBeats
my
heart inmy
breast.The
shiverand
shudder,The
fever and horror,Burning and fainting,
Beating
and
tremblingAh,
how
glad Iwould
feel them,[Tenderly.
Could I but learn this delight !
But how,
Mime,
Can
it bemine
?How,
coward, could it be taughtme
?Following me,
The
way
thou shalt find ;I have thought it all out.
I
know
of a dragon grimThat slays
and
swallowsmen
:Fear thou wilt learn
from
Fafner,When
I lead towhere
he lies.Where
has he his lair ?Neidhohl'
Named^
it lies eastTowards
the end of the wood.It lies not far
from
the world ?The
world is quite close to the cave.SIEGFRIED
That I
may
learnwhat
this fear is,Lead
me
there straightway;
Then
forth to the world !Make
haste ! Forgeme
the sword.In the world fain I
would
swing it.Mime
The
sword ?Woe's
me
!Quick to the smithy !
r
Show
me
thywork
!JHtme Accursed steel !
Unequal
my
skill to the task ;The
potent magicSurpasses the poor dwarf's strength.
'Twere
more
easily doneBy
onewho
never felt fear.Artful tricks
The
idlerwould
playme
;He
is a bungler;
He
should confess,And
not seek to lie hisway
out.Here with the splinters !
Off with the bungler !
[Coming to the hearth.
His father's sword
Siegfried will weld :
By him
shall it be forged.[Flinging Mime's tools about,he sets
himself impetuoujly to work.
ffiim If thou hadst practised
Thy
craft with care,Thou
wouldst have profitednow
;But thou wert far
Too
lazy to learn,And
now
at need canst do nothing,SIEGFRIED
Where
the master has failedWhat
hope for the scholar,Had
he obeyedhim
in all ?\H.emakes a contemptuousgrimaceathim.
Be
off with thee !Meddle
no
more,In case with the steel I melt thee.
\H.e has heapeda large quantity ofcharcoal
on the hearth, and keeps blowing thefire,
while hescrews up thepieces
ofthe sword
ina vice andfiles them to/havings.
Why
file it to bits ?Who
has satdown There is the soldera littlewayoff, All fused, ready to hand.
watches Siegfriedat work.
Sjtegftiefc Off with the pap, I need it not ;
With
paste I fashionno
sword ! J&ttm;Now
the file is ruined,The
rasp is useless ;Why
grind thus the steel to splinters ?5fcgfttrt> It
must
be shiveredAnd
ground into shreds;
Only so can splinters be patched.
\Hegoes onfiling ivithgreatenergy.
JEime I see a craftsman
Is useless here ;
By
hisown
folly the fool is best served.Look
how
he toilsWith
lusty strokes ;The
steel disappears,And
still he keeps cool.[Siegfriedhasblown thefire toa brightflame. 32
SIEGFRIED
Though
Iam
as oldAs
caveand
wood,The
like I never yetsaw
![WhileSiegfried continues to
file thepiece of
the sword
impetuoujly,Mime seats
himself a littlefurther
off.
He
will forge the swordI see it plain
Boldly weld it anew.
The Wanderer
was
right.Where
shall I hideMy
luckless head ?If nothing teaches
him
fear,Forfeit it falls to the boy.
[Springingup andbendingdown ingrowing
agitation.
But
woe
toMime
!If Siegfried learn fear,
The
dragon will never be slain ;And, if so,
how
gain the ring ?Accurst
dilemma
!Would
I escape,I
must
find outsome
way
Of subduing the boy for myself.Hey,
Mime
!The
name
!Has nowfiled Quick,
name
the sworddown thepieces, That I have
pounded
to pieces.andputs thefilingsin acrucible, which heplaceson thefire.
Mime
Nothung, that isStartsandturns
The
name
of the sword .towardsSiegfried. t
^^
^^
Md
me
the
SIEGFRIED
Nothung
!Nothung
!Duringthe
Conquering
sword
!followingsong
yfa^
Wow
lwon
der, broke theC.^SSfZ
Thy
keen-edged glory "bellows. l chopped to chaff ;The
splintersnow
Iam
melting.Hoho
!Hoho
!Hohei ! Hohei !
Hoho
!Bellows blow !
Brighten the flame !
In the
woods
A
treegrew
wild ;It fell,
by
my
hand
hewn
down.The brown -stemmed
ashTo
charcoal I burned;
Now
it lies heaped highon
the hearth.Hoho
!Hoho
!Hohei ! Hohei !
Hoho
!Bellows blow !
Brighten the flame !
How
bravely, brightlyThe
charcoal burns !How
clearand
fair its fire !With
showering sparks It leapsand
glows,Hohei !
Hoho
! Hohei !Dissolving the splintered steel !
Hoho
!Hoho
!Hohei ! Hohei !
Hoho
!Bellows, blow !
Brighten the flame !
Hoho
!Hoho
!Hoho, hohei ! Hohei !
Nothung
!Nothung
!Conquering
sword
!Theforging ofNothung
SIEGFRIED
Thy
steel chopped to chaff is fused ; In thineown
sweatThou
swimmest
now,[Hepours theglowingcontentsofthe crucible into a mould, which he holds up.
But
soonmy
sword thou shalt be !The sword
he will forgeDuringthe pauses
And
vanquish Fafner, inSiegfried^song, So
much
I can clearly foresee;
/Jillafide,fitting
Hoard
and rf'
at a dt fiance. T*I_ . ,, -,
The
victor will have;
How
towin
them
both for myself !By
witand
wilesThey
shall be captured,And
safe shall bemy
head.[In the foreground,Jiill afide. After the fight,
when
athirst,For a cooling draught he will crave ;
Of fragrant juices Gathered
from
herbsThe
draught I willbrew
for him.Let
him
drink but a drop,And
in slumberSoftly lapped he shall lie :
With
the very swordThat he fashioned to serve
him
He
shall be clearedfrom
my
way,And
treasureand
ringmade
mine.[He rubs hishands with
satisfaction.
Ha
! dull didst hold me,Wanderer
wise !Does
my
subtle schemingPlease thee
now
?SIEGFRIED
Have
I foundA
path to peace ?[Hesprings upjoyfully,fetchesseveralvejfeh,
Jhakesspicesandherbsfromthemintoapot^
andtriestoput iton the hearth.
In the water flowed
Hasplungedthe
A
flood of fire;
mouldinto a pail Furious with hate,
ofwater Steam Grimly it hissad ;
andloudhtfmg
Though
scorching it ran,ensue as it cools. , . & ,. _&
In the cooling flood
No
more
it flows ;Stiff, stark it became,
Hard
is the stubborn steel ;Yet
warm
bloodShall flow thereby !
Now
sweat once again, That swift Imay
weld thee,Nothung, conquering
sword
![Hethru/Is theJieelinto thefire,and blows
the bellows violently. While doing so he
watchesMime,who,from theother fide of the hearth,carefullyputshispot on thefire.
What
does the boobyMake
in his pot ?While
I melt steel,What
art thou brewing ?.fHitn?
A
smith is put to shame,And
learnsfrom
the lad he taught ;All the master's lore is useless
now
;He
serves the boy as cook.Steel thou dost
brew
into broth;
Old
Mime
boils theeEggs for thy meal.
[Hegoeson with his cooking. 36
SIEGFRIED
Mime,
the craftsman,Learns to cook now,
And
caresno
longer to forge ;I have broken
All the swords that
he
made
me
;What
he cooksmy
lips shall not touch.[During the
following he takes the mould
from the fire, breaks it, and lays the glowingJleelon the anvil.
To
find outwhat
fear isForth he will guide
me
;A
far-off teacher shall teachme
;Even what
he does bestHe
cannot do well ;In everything
Mime
must
bungle ![Duringtheforging.
Hoho
!Hoho
! Hohei !Forge me,
my
hammer,
A
trusty sword.Hoho
! Hahei !Hoho
! Hahei !Blood-stained
was
onceThy
steely blue,The
crimson trickleReddened
thy blade.How
coldwas
thy laugh !The
warm
blood cooled at thy touch !Heiaho !
Haha
!Haheiaha
!Now
red thou comestFrom
the fire,And
thy softened steelTo
thehammer
yields.Angry
sparks thou dost showerOn
me
who
humbled
thy pride.SIEGFRIED
tnu
While Siegfried
is
fixing the
blade in the hilt,
moves aboutin
the
foreground
with the bottle into which he
haspouredthe
contents ofthe
pot.
A
fide.Heiaho ! Heiaho !
Heiahohohohoho
!Hahei ! Hahei ! Hahei !
Hoho
!Hoho
! Hohei !Forge me,
my
hammer,
A
trusty sword !Hoho
! Hahei !Hoho
! Hahei !How
I rejoiceIn the
merry
sparks !The
bold look bestWhen
by anger stirred !Gay
thou laughest to me,Grimly though thou dost pretend! Heiaho, haha, haheiaha !
Both heat
and
hammer
Served
me
well ;With
sturdy strokes I stretched thee straight ;Now
banish thy modest blush,Be
as coldand
hard as thou canst.Heiho ! Heiaho !
Heiahohohohoho
! Heiah !\_He swings the blade,plunges it intothepail
ofwater, and laughs aloudat thehijjing.
He
forges a sharp-edged sword :Fafner, the foe
Of the dwarf, is
doomed
; I brewed a deadly draught :Siegfried
must
perishWhen
Fafner falls.By
guile the goalmust
be reached ;Soon
shall smilemy
reward !For the shining ring
My
brother once made,SIEGFRIED
And
which with a potentSpell he endowed,
The
gleaming goldThat gives boundless might
That ring I have
won
now,I
am
its lord.[He trots briskly about with increafing
satis-faftion.
Alberich even,
Whom
I served, Shall be the slaveOf
Mime
the dwarf.As
Nibelheim's princeI shall descend there,
And
all the hostShall do
my
will ;None
so honoured as he,The
dwarf once despised !To
the hoard willcome
throngingGods and
men
;[With increafingliuelineis.
The
world shall cower,Cowed
bymy
nod,And
atmy
frownShall tremble and fall !
No
more
shallMime
Labour
and
toil,When
otherswin
him
Unending
wealth.Mime,
the valiant,Mime
is monarch,Prince and ruler,
Lord of the world !
Hei,
Mime
! Great luck has been thine IHad
any
onedreamed
of this !SIEGFRIED
During the pauses in Mimes
songhas been
filingand
Jharpeningthe
swordand hammeringit
with thesmall
hammer, tie
flattens therivets
ofthe hilt with
thelaft ftrokes, and nowgrasps the sword.
Nothung
!Nothung
!Conquering sword !
Once more
art thou firm in thy hilt.Severed wert thou ;
I shaped thee anew,
No
second blow thy blade shall shatter.The
strong steelwas
splintered,My
father fell ;The
sonwho
now
livesShaped it anew.
Bright-gleaming to
him
it laughs,And
forhim
its edge shall be keen.[Swingingtheswordbeforehtm.
Nothung
!Nothung
!Conquering sword !
Once
more
to life I havewaked
thee.Dead
wert thou,In fragments hewn,
Now
shining defiantand
fair.Woe
to all robbers !Show them
thy sheen !Strike at the traitor,
Cut
down
the rogue !See,
Mime,
thou smith ;Thus
sunders Siegfried's sword !\HeJlrikestheanvilandsplitsitintwo from topto
bot-tom,sothatit
falls asunderwitha greatnoise. Mime, whohasmountedaJloolingreatdelight, fallsinterror
toafittingpojition on theground. Siegfriedholdsthe
swordexultantly on high. Thecurtainfalls,