Wotan: (calmly: #64:) You blissfully followed the force of love (:#64): now follow him whom you’re forced to love!
Bruennhilde: If I must leave Valhalla, no more to work beside you, (#94 subtle harmonic hint:; #47 or #82 vari on cellos?:) henceforth obeying a high-handed husband (:#94 harmonic hint; :#47 or #82 vari on cellos?) - (#? – no motifs [not #37 hint or #102 or #158a embryo?]:) don’t give me as prey to some craven braggart (:#?): (#? – no motifs [not #37 hint or #102 or #158a embryo?]:) let him who wins me not be worthless (:#?).
Wotan: You’ve severed all links with the Lord of the Slain [“Walvater”]; - for you I cannot choose.
Bruennhilde: (quietly, with intimate secrecy: #71) You fathered a noble race; (#71) (#92:) no coward can spring from its stock (:#92). (#92:) The holiest hero – I know – will arise from the race of the Waelsungs (:#92)!
Wotan: speak not of the race of the Waelsungs! (#?: – [Dunning: no motifs, neither #37 hint nor #102 or #158 embryo]) Parted from you, I have parted from them (:#?): spite [“Neid”] was bound to destroy them.
Bruennhilde: (#81/#89:) She who tore herself from you (:#81/#89) has saved them: (confidingly) (#92:) Sieglinde nurtures the holiest seed (:#92); in pain and grief such as no woman suffered she’ll one day bring forth what she hides in her fear.
Wotan: seek not my shelter (#92:) for that woman nor for the fruit of her womb (:#92)!
Bruennhilde: (confidingly: #57) She safeguards the sword you made for Siegmund –
Wotan: (violently) And which I struck in splinters! – (#87) (#87:) Don’t strive, o maiden, to alter my mind! Await your fate, as the lot has been cast: I cannot choose it for you (:#87)! (#87) – but now I must leave you and fare far from here: too long I’ve already delayed. From the turncoat I turn aside in turn; I may not know what she wants: the sentence alone I must see carried out.
