Wellgunde: (#17/#19 vari:) A golden ring glints upon your finger (:#17/#19 vari) –
All Three: (#37:) give that to us (:#37)! (#37?; #? [a figuration which may reference music associated with Loge’s release of Alberich in R.4?])
Siegfried: (#48 >>) A giant dragon I slew for the sake of this ring (:#48?); (#voc?: [is there a musical reference to Siegmund here?]) should I offer it now in exchange for a mangy bear-skin (:#voc? [a Siegmund reference?])? (#175a [&/or #33b?])
Woglinde: (#174b:) Are you so mean?
Wellgunde: (#174b:) So miserly in your dealings?
Flosshilde: (#174c?:) You ought to be openhanded with (#174c:) women.
Siegfried: If I wasted my wealth [“Gut”] on you, my wife would surely chide me (:#174c).
Flosshilde: (#176) I expect she’s strict. (#176)
Wellgunde: I expect she beats you. (#176)
Woglinde: The hero’s already feeling her hand! (They laugh immoderately: 175 [ &/or #33b?])
Siegfried: Laugh as much as you like! (#175>>:) I’ll still leave you to your sorrow: for though you desire the ring, (#175>>:) I’ll never give it to you, you teasers (:#175 [&/or #33b?]).
(The Rhinedaughters have resumed their dance: #174?)
Flosshilde: (#174a/#3:) So handsome (:#174/#3)!
