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my care she commended thee;

      'Twas willingly bestowed.

      The trouble Mime would take!

      The worry kind Mime endured!

      "When thou wert a babe

      I was thy nurse...."

      SIEGFRIED

      That story I often have heard.

      Now say, whence came the name

      Siegfried?

      MIME

      'Twas thus that thy mother

      Told me to name thee,

      That thou mightst grow

      To be strong and fair.

      "I made the mite clothing

      To keep it warm...."

      SIEGFRIED

      Now tell me, what name was my mother's?

      MIME

      In truth I hardly know.

      "Brought thee thy food,

      Gave thee to drink...."

      SIEGFRIED

      My mother's name thou must tell me.

      MIME

      Her name I forget. Yet wait!

      Sieglinde, that was the name borne

      By her who gave thee to me.

      "I kept thee as safe

      As I keep my skin...."

      SIEGFRIED

      [With increasing urgency.

      Next tell me, who was my father?

      MIME [Roughly.

      Him I have never seen.

      SIEGFRIED

      But my mother told it thee, surely.

      MIME

      He fell in combat

      Was all that she said.

      She left the fatherless

      Babe to my care.

      "And when thou wert grown

      I waited on thee,

      And made a bed

      For thy slumber soft"…

      SIEGFRIED

      Still, with thy tiresome

      Starling song!

      That I may trust thy story,

      Convinced thou art not lying,

      Thou must produce some proof.

      MIME

      But what proof will convince thee?

      SIEGFRIED

      I trust thee not with my ears,

      I trust thee but with mine eyes:

      What witness speaks for thee?

      MIME

      [After some thought takes from the place where they are concealed the two pieces of a broken sword.

      I got this from thy mother:

      For trouble, food, and service

      This was my sole reward.

      Behold, 'tis a splintered sword!

      She said 'twas borne by thy father

      In the fatal fight when he fell.

      SIEGFRIED [Enthusiastically.

      And thou shalt forge

      These fragments together,

      And furnish my rightful sword!

      Up! Tarry not, Mime;

      Quick to thy task!

      If thou hast skill,

      Thy cunning display.

      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 limbs

      How metal best should be beat!

      I swear that this day

      The sword shall be mine;

      My weapon to-day I shall win!

      MIME [Alarmed.

      What wouldst thou to-day with the sword?

      SIEGFRIED

      Leave the forest

      For the wide world,

      Never more to return.

      Ah, how fair

      A thing is freedom!

      Nothing holds me or binds!

      No father have I here,

      And afar shall be my home;

      Thy hearth is not my 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 the wood

      Wafted away,

      Thee, Mime, beholding no more!

      [He runs into the forest.

      MIME [Greatly alarmed.

      Stop, boy! Stop, boy!

      Whither away?

      Hey! Siegfried!

      Siegfried! Hey!

      [He looks after the retreating figure for some time in astonishment; then he goes back to the smithy and sits down behind the anvil.

      He storms away!

      And I sit here:

      To crown my cares

      Comes still this new one;

      My plight is piteous indeed!

      How help myself now?

      How hold the boy here?

      How lead the young madcap

      To Fafner's lair?

      And how weld the splinters

      Of obstinate steel?

      In no furnace fire

      Can they be melted,

      Nor can Mime's hammer

      Cope with their hardness.

      [Shrilly.

      The Nibelung's hate,

      Need and sweat

      Cannot make Nothung whole,

      Never will weld it anew.

      [Sobbing,