now lies heaped on the hearth! (#119
/#103
Fragment >>) Hoho! Hoho! Hohei! Hohei! Hoho; [[ #121
]] Blow, you bellows, fan the flames!”
[[#120
]] “Siegfried’s Smelting Song”
Siegfried’s re-forging of his father Siegmund’s (ultimately, Wotan’s) sword Nothung, the embodiment of Wotan’s grand idea for redemption. Siegfried’s re-forging of Nothung is Wagner’s dramatization of Wotan’s futile hope that the free hero he longed for could create (or forge) himself
(#120
possibly related to #105
, and thus to #111
and #127
)
[See #119
for #120
’s dramatic context]
[[#121
]] Siegfried’s blowing of the bellows while smelting Nothung
(#121
’s motival links, if any, not yet ascertained)
[See #119
for #121
’s dramatic context]
[[#122
]] Nothung as Siegfried’s fiery Phallus – the natural necessity of Loge’s (Siegfried the artist-hero’s archetype) authentically inspired artistic creativity – cooled and stiffened in the bucket (womb) of water (a metaphor for the Rhine, and for Siegfried’s cooling the fire which is consuming his heart, in Bruennhilde’s flood)
(#122
transforms into #123
; their other motival links, if any, not yet ascertained)
“Mime: (Downstage aside: #46
Fragment) When he’s fought himself weary with the dragon, a drink may refresh him from his efforts. (#30
Vari; #97
Vari) From herbal juices I’ve gathered, I’ll brew a drink for him; (#97
[strongly emphasized!!!) He’ll need to drink only very few drops before sinking, senseless, into sleep: (#109
Vari) with the selfsame weapon he won for himself (more and more animatedly: #109
?) I’ll easily clear him out of the way and attain to both Ring and hoard. (He rubs his hands with glee.) Hey, wily Wanderer, though you thought (#120
>>) me a fool, how does my subtle wit (#41
?) now suit you? Have I not won me respite and peace? (#109
)
Siegfried: (#119
>>) Nothung! Nothung! Fearsome Steel! Now your chaff-like steel’s been melted down: you’re swimming in your own sweat.