ALBERICH
He he! Ye scoffers,
Are ye convinced?
"Ohé! Ohé!
Horrible dragon,
O swallow me not!
Spare the life of poor Loge!"
LOGE [In a trembling voice.
My trembling tells thee how truly.
A giant snake
Thou wert in a trice.
Having beheld,
I just credit the wonder.
Couldest thou turn
To something quite tiny
As well as bigger?
Methinks that way were best
For slyly slipping from foes;
That, though, I fear were too hard!
ALBERICH
For thee, yes;
Thou art so dull!
How small shall I be?
LOGE
The most cramped of crannies must hold thee
That hides the timorous toad.
ALBERICH
Nothing simpler!
Look at me now!
[He puts the Tarnhelm on his head again.
"Crooked toad,
Creep and crawl there!"
[He vanishes. The Gods see a toad on the rocks creeping towards them.