SIEGFRIED
Of a cooling drink
I were glad;
Say, how has this one been brewed?
MIME
[Jesting merrily, as if describing to him a pleasant state of intoxication which the liquor is to bring about.
Hei! Just drink it!
Trust to my skill.
In mist and darkness
Soon shall thy senses be sunk;
None to watch or ward them,
Stark-stretched shall thy limbs be.
Thou lying thus,
'Twere not hard
To take the booty and hide it;
But wert thou to awake,
Nevermore would
Mime be safe,
Even owning the ring.
So with the sword
He has made so sharp
[With a gesture of extravagant joy.
First I will hack
The child's head off!
Then I shall have both rest and the ring!
[Tittering.
SIEGFRIED