The World's Greatest Books [Volumes 1-15, 17-20]
- Автор: Gutenberg
- Год: 1910
- Язык: английский
- Жанр: Культурология
Электронная книга - «The World's Greatest Books [Volumes 1-15, 17-20]». Краткое содержание книги:
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 01 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 02 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 03 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 04 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 05 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 06 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 07 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 08 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 09 — Lives and Letters от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 10 — Lives and Letters от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 11 — Ancient and Mediæval History от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 12 — Modern History от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 13 — Religion and Philosophy от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 14 — Philosophy and Economics от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 15 — Science от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 17 — Poetry and Drama от Неизвестный
The world's greatest books от Mee, Arthur, 1875-1943, joint editor & Hammerton, John Alexander, Sir, 1871-1949, joint editor & McClure, S. S. (Samuel Sidney), 1857-1949, joint editor
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 19 — Travel and Adventure от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 20 — Miscellaneous Literature and Index от Неизвестный
This house and wife Call Hunding owner. S'mund: Weaponless am I:
A wounded guest Will thy husband make welcome? Ne'er from foe have I fled But in splinters were spear and shield. S'linde : A quickening draught
Of honey'd mead May'st thou not scorn from me. S'mund : Wilt thou but taste it first ? S'linde : 111 fate thou canst not bring
Where ill fate makes its home.
[Enter Hunding. S'linde : Faint on the hearth
Found I this man. H'ding : Sacred is my hearth !
Guest, now grant me a grace, And make known thy name to me.
1 Or Sieglind. 316
S'mund: " Friedmund," may I not call me: " Frohwalt " would that I were: " Wehwalt " so I must name me. "Wolfe" I called my father; Alone I was not born, For a sister twinned with me. Her who with me was born Scarce have I ever beheld.
To ashes was burnt
Our goodly abode,
Struck dead was the mother's
Valorous form, And lost in the ruins
The sister's trace. The Neiding's cruel host Dealt us this deadly blow.
Unfriended fled
My father with me;
The stripling lived on; With Wolfe in woodland wild. A fiery onset on us Did the Neiding's host begin. Like chaff we scattered the foes, Yet torn from my father was I. H'ding: I know. A riotous race,
Not holy it holds
What men revere; 'Tis hated by all, and by me. For vengeance, forth I was summoned,
payment to win me
for kinsmen's blood:
too late came I
and now return home, the flying outcast's trace to find again in my house.
My house holds thee,
Wolfing, to-day;
3*7
S'mund:
S'linde :
S'mund: S'linde:
for the night, safe be thy rest:
With trusty weapon
defend thee to-morrow. As debt death pay'st thou thy life. (to S'linde) My nightdraught set me within
And wait thou there for me. [Goes into bedchamber, and bolts door within. A sword my father foretold me Should serve me in sorest need.
Walse! Walse!
Where is thy sword? That in fight shall serve me?
[Enter S'linde in a white garment. In deepest sleep lies Hunding O'ercome by a slumbrous draught: Now in the night, save thy life. Thy coming is life ! Oh, heed thou well what I tell thee. The kinsmen gathered here To honour the wedding of Hunding:
The woman he chose,
By him unwooed, Miscreants gave him to wife. A stranger entered the halclass="underline"
On me glancing,
He glared at the others. A sword he swung in his hands,
Which then he struck
In the ash-tree stem; To the hilt buried it lies. But one man might win the weapon, He who could draw it forth:
Of all the heroes,
Though bravely they laboured, Not one the weapon could win. Then I knew who he was Who in sorrow greeted me: 3i8
I know, too, who only Shall draw the sword from the stem. Regained were then All I had lost, And won, too, were then All I had wept for— Found the delivering friend, My hero, held in my arms. S'mund {ardently embracing her) :
Thee, woman most blest, Holdst now the friend For weapon and wife decreed: Hot in my breast Burns now the oath That weds me ever to thee. S'linde: A marvel wakes my remembrance: My eyes hcheld thee of old, Whom first I saw to-day. (pausing) Wehwalt art thou in truth? S'mund: Ne'er call me so,
Since thou art mine! Call me thyself
As thou wouldst I were called. S'linde: Yet calledst thou Wolfe thy father? S'mund: Wolfe was he to fearful foes But he of old Walse was named S'linde: Was Walse thy father,
And art thou a Walsung? Struck was for thee The sword in the tree. So let me name thee As I have loved thee: " Siegmund "—so name I thee! S'MUND: Siegmund call me,
For Siegmund am I! Be witness this sword 319
I hold now undaunted! Nothung! Nothung! So name I thee, sword ! Nothung! Nothung! Conquering steel! [With a tremendous effort, he pulls from the Ash-tree
the sward which was sticking in the trunk. S'mund: Far from here follow me now,
Forth to the laughing house of the Spring; Bride and sister Be to thy brother, Then flourish the Walsungs for aye!
[He clasps her passionately. Curtain.
Scene II
A wild, rocky place. Wotan and Brunnhilde, both fully armed.
Wotan: Brunnhilde, haste to the fray, To shield the Walsung in fight! Then let Hunding go Where he belongs: In Walhall I want him not. [Enter Fricka, in a car drawn by two rams. Wotan {seeing her): What troubles Fricka? Fricka: I have heard Hunding's cry,
For vengeance called he on me And wedlock's guardian Gave ear to him. I made oath to punish the deed Of this infamous pair. Wotan: Whatso evil wrought the pair?
I rule not where love doth reign! Fricka: Deemest thou praiseworthy
Wedlock's breach? Was it ere known 320
That brother and sister were lovers? Since thou begott'st The riotous Walsungs Shall in my shame The basest one scorn me? Wotan: What demandest thou?
Fricka: Shield not the Walsung!
Wotan: I—shelter him not.
Fricka : Seek not to trick me;
The Valkyrie too turn from him! Wotan: The Valkyrie free shall choose.
Fricka: Not so, for alone
Thy command they obey: Give orders that Siegmund may fall. Wotan: I cannot o'verthrow him,
He found my sword. Fricka: Destroy, then, its magic,
Be shattered the steel! The Walsung now falls from my honour: Doth Wotan now pledge me his oath? Wotan (in deep dejection):
Take my oath!
[Fricka drives quickly away. Brunn. : Tell me what task must be mine. Wotan : Fight truly for Fricka,
Ward for her wedlock's oath. Brunn. : Ah, repent; take back thy word! Thou lovest Siegmund. To serve thee, safe will I shield him. Wotan : Siegmund shalt thou vanquish,
And Hunding as victor shall strike. Brunn. : He whom thou still
Has taught me to love, For his sake now thy wavering Word I defy! Wotan.; Darest thou ! floutest thou me! Who art thou but the fettered 321
Blind slave of my will?
I warn thee, then,
Wake not my wrath ! With heed fulfil my behest:
Siegmund strike thou! Such be the Valkyrie's task.
[Exit Wotan. Siegmund and Sieglinde appear on the pass. Brunniiilde conceals herself.
S'linde: Hark! the horn calls!
Hunding has wakened. Kinsmen and bloodhounds Calls he together. Dogs are howling, Loud baying to heaven 'gainst breaking of wedlock's oath. [She sinks senseless into Siegmund's arms. Brunn. (advancing) : Siegmund Look on me! I come to call thee hence; Death doomed is he who looks on me. On the warfield alone I come to heroes, Those whom I greet With me needs must go hence. To Walhall follow thou me; His father there will a Walsung find. S'mund : Yet one thing tell me, immortal!
Shall there Siegmund see Sieglinde? Brunn. : Here on earth
Must she still linger. S'mund: Then greet for me Walhall,
Greet for me Wotan, Greet for me Walse: To them I follow thee not. Where Sieglinde lives, in weal or woe, There, too, will Siegmund linger. 322
Brunn. : While life is thine
Force were in vain : But death shall vanquish thee, fool. He who bestowed the sword
Sends thee now death, For the spell he takes from the sword. S'mund: If death be my doom
I will slay the slumberer here.
Two lives now
Laugh to thee, Nothung!
Take them, Nothung,
Coveted steel! Brunn.: Forbear, Walsung! hearken to me:
Sieglinde shall live then, And Siegmund, live thou with her.
Trust to the sword
And strike without fear: Sure striketh the blade As the Valkyrie's shield is sure.
[Exit. Enter Hunding.
H'ding : Wehwalt! Wehwalt!
Stand and fight!
[They fight. A light breaks through the clouds, in which Wotan appears holding his spear.
Wotan : Go back from the spear
In splinters, thou sword! [Siegmund's sword breaks in fragments. Hunding
pierces him to the heart. Wotan (to H'ding): Go hence, slave! Kneel before Fricka: Tell her that Wotan's spear Avenged what wrought her wrong. [Hunding sinks dead on the ground. Brunnhilde seizes Sieglinde's form and flies off on a horse.