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	Fafner, the dragon grim, Dwells in the gloomy wood; With his gruesome and grisly bulk The Nibelung hoard Yonder he guards. Siegfried, lusty and young, Would slay him without ado; The Nibelung’s ring Would then become mine. The only sword for the deed Were Nothung, if it were swung By Siegfried’s conquering arm; And I cannot fashion Nothung, the sword! [He lays the sword in poſition again, and goes on hammering in deep dejection. Slavery! worry! Labour all lost! The strongest sword That ever I forged Will never serve For that difficult deed. I beat and I hammer Only to humour the boy; He snaps in two what I make, And scolds if I cease from work. [He drops his hammer.
Siegfried In rough foreſter’s dreſs, with a ſilver horn hung by a chain, burſts in boiſterouſly from the wood. He is leading a big bear by a rope of baſt,	Hoiho! Hoiho! [Entering. Come on! Come on! Tear him! Tear him| The silly smith! [Mime drops the sword in terror, and takes refuge behind the forge; while Siegfried, ſhouting with laughter, keeps driving the bear after him.
and urges him towards Mime in wanton fun.

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